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Splitzo Frenetica: Chapter 4
Rina Kasotome

I can’t help but feel a deep reassurance that someone like Edward Thompson is inside me. To know that there is someone there who is watching out for me. It’s… nice. I don’t feel like I’m talking to no one when I talk to him anymore. I feel like he actually hears me and is helping me along somehow.

But to know that someone like Terrance Stone is also inside me, makes me feel scared. It seems like when he is out, the black outs last longer. I would prefer that Edward take control longer than Terrance, but it never seems to end that way.

Dr. Kinless tells me that Terrance really wants to be free. I tell him that I wish I knew how to let him go without taking my body with him. He also says I should stop talking to Edward. I tell him that I don’t think I can do that.

The days go by and I keep visiting Dr. Kinless. I learned that there were two other personalities within me. The one that was of particular interest to me was a girl personality named Rina Kasotome.

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September 5, 2011
Splitzo Frenetica: Chapter 3
Edward Thompson

“What can you tell me about Edward Thompson?”

I woke up in my padded room. I had blacked out again. I have no idea what happened. I hoped Dr. Kinless was OK. All I remember is being strapped to the chair and the guards and the nurses and…

I love the drugs. I don’t particularly like the memory lapses, but I do like that the drugs keep me from doing anything I wouldn’t be proud of. I guess it really doesn’t matter. I never remember what happened during the in-between time. I think it’s better that way. There’s always some force inside that, when it is all over, tells me it is going to be alright. Kind of like a father figure.

I can’t say that I had much of that. My real father died. My mother remarried when I was 9, and he wasn’t a very good father. I think it was during that time that these memory lapses began. It started off small. I imagined my ideal father and eventually I began to talk to him. Maybe I was trying to talk to God. I don’t know. My step dad was always gone and if he was around, he was incredibly stressed.

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August 7, 2011
Bigby, The Pink Unicorn
There was an ogre attacking the city, and all that stood in its way were two frightened guards, Richie and Clayton, and a large, stone wall built around the city in case of such dire circumstances.

Now these two were no ordinary guards; they were in fact the lowest of the low in strength, experience, and looks. Though, mind you, looks don’t typically help in the case of fighting ogres, unless you are a pretty damsel with light blue eyes and long brown hair, but that is neither here nor there because both were in fact boys, if not young men, and Hedersberg, the city that now finds itself under attack, has barely any fine damsels to distress.

Hedersberg is a lowly city that exists well beyond many of the other cities constructed by man, and pushes closer and closer to the woodlands and mountainous areas, very far away from any more distinguishable and, need I say, mentionable cities in the country of Blythe.

Hedersberg is nothing in comparison to the shining city of Bellzadad or the capital city Couroach, but it does have its finer points. It has a sizable army within for protection. Though today that doesn’t seem to matter nor do the other finer points if the city is leveled by an ogre.

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July 20, 2011
Splitzo Frenetica: Chapter 2
Terrance Stone

It’s been three months since my parents left me here at Wellington Asylum. The best thing about it is I get plenty of rest. I get shots that calm me down and pills. Lots of pills. I’m always eager to take them. I’m sixteen, but in here there is no age. I have not improved, or so the doctors say, but I find my life is more stress-free than ever.

Back in my old life, grades, girls, right and wrong, it all disappears here. There is no standard.

My next door neighbor is a vegetable; no one expects him to get up and quote Shakespeare. I hope he does wake up, though. It sucks to just lie around and wait to die…

For me, the reason I’m here, I have lapses in memory. I forget what happened 5 seconds before I “wake” up. Or at least that’s how I think of it. My doctors say I have multiple personalities. I don’t really know what that means.

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July 8, 2011