Prove my existence

I seem to have forgotten someone, someone who once left many traces in my life: in my closet, some clothes do not fit my taste at all; in my notebook, there are words written in a completely different handwriting from mine; things that I need to use are often not in a location that I am familiar with ......

Is it someone that has quietly invaded my life?

For this reason, I installed cameras in my room, pretended to go out and hide nearby to monitor my place, and tried everything to find out the trace of that person, until -

One night, I suddenly woke up from a dream and saw the words "Give me back my body" written in paint on the ceiling of my bedroom.

As if electrocuted, my mind flashed to some images. I got up, turned on the light, and rummaged through my closet, and finally, I found something important that could explain all this.

It was a notebook that had witnessed a friendship between me and a friend, or to be precise, that friend was myself.

I have always been a cold person by nature, and my relationship with the people around me is not cold, there are no heart-to-heart friends. Until one day, I had a sudden idea to play two roles by myself, that is, to chat with myself.

In the beginning, the conversation was like writing dialogue in a story, and I thought it would be interesting. But gradually, the content of the dialogue often exceeded my expectations, as if there was such a person, who appeared on my side, and I was communicating on paper. Later on, without the use of pen and paper, I was able to chat with him directly in words, and his response would appear in my mind as soon as I said my question.

However, as time went on, I realized that things were not as simple as I had thought. Just as Dr. Frankenstein had created Frankenstein, I was losing control of the "him" I had created. I often suddenly interrupt my consciousness and find myself walking in strange streets, wearing strange clothes, eating disgusting food - this body, is still mine?

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, I immediately began to receive treatment from a psychiatrist and medication. Slowly, the voice of another person no longer popped up in my head, and I no longer suddenly lost control of my body, and I got my life back.

I thought life would go on like this, ordinary and ordinary, but I never expected the evil Hyde to find the good Jekyll again.

"He" again!

During the time I was caught up in my memories, "he" took the opportunity to seize control of my left hand, so that the original non-left-handed me, I am skilled in writing on paper with my left hand.

"You're the one who was created, you're the one who took my body, give it back to me!"

I grabbed the pen with my right hand and blotted out all the evil words written on the paper. What a joke, I've always been me, you're just a "character" I created for fun when I was bored, and you think you're a real person, it's a joke!

My left hand tried to grab the pen, I raised my left hand and smashed it hard against the desk, ironically it seemed that even the pain was taken away, I didn't feel anything at all, it was like smashing a doll.

And "he" as if he realized something, a moment to clench his fist on the wall, a moment with a knife to the window, a moment to scratch the closet with his nails, this bastard, so want to leave in this world, the proof of existence?

I will not allow it!

I immediately rushed to the kitchen, picked up the bone chopper with my right hand, and slashed towards my left hand ......