I have a secret, which is a little embarrassing to say: I am a schizophrenic patient.
Normally, I can split into another me. We share the same name, the same appearance, talk to each other, communicate with each other, and we are like brothers.
Only later, problems followed one after another, completely beyond my expectation.
This “brother” and I started to have friction, from the initial disharmony to the fist confrontation later. The protracted fight caused us to accumulate grievances. Finally, one day, he picked up a watermelon knife in front of me and glared at me, trying to cut me off.
This person who was split from me wanted to kill me, which is simply too unacceptable. But after playing for such a long time, I gradually realized that I am not his opponent. If he really wants to hack me to death, I will definitely have nothing to do with it. If you want to survive, you must first escape. As far as the current situation is concerned, this is the only way.
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I fled to a mental hospital, where my condition was well controlled.
The one who was locked up with me was another mental patient. He had many names and changed one almost a day. Like me, he also suffers from schizophrenia, but the situation is worse. He splits up a new character every day, so every time he opens his eyes from the bed, he introduces himself like this: My name is…
Listening to these endless names, I feel I am not alone at all, just like living in a harmonious family. Feeling warm, I began to confide my troubles to him, chattering endlessly and tirelessly. He listened very carefully every time, his interesting expression seemed to be listening to a madman telling a story. I felt very frustrated, but I still didn’t give up digging my heart out. Just like that, I kept telling him about the other me, day after day.
Finally one day, an accident happened. My roommate got up from the bed as usual and introduced himself to me. From his mouth, I heard a name that couldn’t be more familiar.
That is my name. (Uncle Ghost: http://www.guidaye.com/ please keep the reprint!)
Then, he took out a watermelon knife from under the pillow, before I had any reaction, Decisively plunged into my left chest.
Now, I understand what is going on: Under the influence of ears and eyes, he has already been familiar with all the habits of the other me, and now he has split into that me.