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        I walked out of my cabin to see the beautiful woods of Michigan State. I have always loved being outside. It distracts me from the horror that goes on in my mind. `Hey Annabeth, What are we doing today?’ We aren’t doing anything, Fredrick. I am going to be exploring the forest that is our backyard. `No. Annabeth, we are going to have fun today.’ I heard Fredrick laugh; he has an evil, maniacal cackle- I wouldn’t even call it a laugh. Stop talking Fredrick; you know you are just a bully. `No I’m not a bully. You are just a psychotic schizophrenic. You are worthless. You can’t even go a day without hurting someone you love, now can you?’ My eyes start to tear up at my memories.

    “Mommy! Daddy! Please stay! My six year old self cried, “Don’t leave me! Please! `They don’t love you; you are a fool for thinking that.’ “NO NO NO! STOP IT FREDRICK!” I exclaimed crying; I had covered my ears with my hands and was now gripping my mom’s legs tightly. “MOMMY MOMMY HE IS BEING MEAN! MAKE HIM STOP!”

“There is no such person as Fredrick, Annabeth. Now stop with your nonsense. Your father and I need to leave right NOW.” She said harshly.

`HA see they are leaving you and they won’t come back.’ “PLEASE DON’T GO! DON’T LEAVE ME WITH HIM!” I scream.

“We are leaving now, Annabeth. LET. ME. GO.”

“FINE; LEAVE ME HERE ALONE. SEE IF I CARE. I HATE YOU!” I yelled at my mom. I let go of her leg quickly and scowled at her.

`Now they will leave, and I will have you all to myself, you pathetic maniac.’ Then I heard a loud cackle like I had never heard before. I screamed and ran to my room. I heard the front door shut, and I realized that I was alone for the first time in my young life.
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         I woke up from the flashback to find myself lying down on the small kitchen’s tile floor. How did I get here?

`Annabeth; you need to understand that it is not just you acquiring this body. I am here too you ungrateful child.’

I take a deep breath. “In, out…1; in, out…2; in, out…3; in, out…4; in, out…5.” Ok, Annabeth you can’t listen to that butt hole, ignore him.

`NO SKITZY YOU CANNOT IGNORE ME! I OWN YOU. I CONTROL YOU.’

“No you do not Fredrick. I hate you. JUST LEAVE ME ALONE FOR ONCE.” I say to him.

        It seems like he is listening to me- this one time. I get up off the uncomfortable kitchen floor and look out of the window. I walk out of the kitchen and through my living room; I arrive at the stairs and start climbing up the stairs. “One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven… Eight… Nine… Ten,” I count the stairs as I climb them- I don’t know why I do that. Once I get up the stairs, I turn left at the familiar corner and there’s my bedroom. I walk in and look around my room. On one side of my room there are drawings covering my walls- all of which I have made. My favorite is of a girl that looks honestly happy. I want to look like that one day.

        I walk over to my desk chair and grab my back pack. To the forest I go. I love the forest, it helps me escape. I looked around my room again. I see my bed in the corner and some toys on it. Once again I got to the stairs; “One,” jump, “Three,” jump, “Five,” jump, “Seven,” jump, “Nine,” jump, “Floor.” I jumped down on the floor and turned right, and I was out the door.

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        I walked out of my cabin to see the beautiful woods of Michigan State. I have always loved being outside. It distracts me from the horror that goes on in my mind. `Hey Annabeth, What are we doing today?’ We aren’t doing anything, Fredrick. I am going to be exploring the forest that is our backyard. `No. Annabeth, we are going to have fun today.’ I heard Fredrick laugh; he has an evil, maniacal cackle- I wouldn’t even call it a laugh. Stop talking Fredrick; you know you are just a bully. `No I’m not a bully. You are just a psychotic schizophrenic. You are worthless. You can’t even go a day without hurting someone you love, now can you?’ My eyes start to tear up at my memories.

    “Mommy! Daddy! Please stay! My six year old self cried, “Don’t leave me! Please! `They don’t love you; you are a fool for thinking that.’ “NO NO NO! STOP IT FREDRICK!” I exclaimed crying; I had covered my ears with my hands and was now gripping my mom’s legs tightly. “MOMMY MOMMY HE IS BEING MEAN! MAKE HIM STOP!”

“There is no such person as Fredrick, Annabeth. Now stop with your nonsense. Your father and I need to leave right NOW.” She said harshly.

`HA see they are leaving you and they won’t come back.’ “PLEASE DON’T GO! DON’T LEAVE ME WITH HIM!” I scream.

“We are leaving now, Annabeth. LET. ME. GO.”

“FINE; LEAVE ME HERE ALONE. SEE IF I CARE. I HATE YOU!” I yelled at my mom. I let go of her leg quickly and scowled at her.

`Now they will leave, and I will have you all to myself, you pathetic maniac.’ Then I heard a loud cackle like I had never heard before. I screamed and ran to my room. I heard the front door shut, and I realized that I was alone for the first time in my young life.
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         I woke up from the flashback to find myself lying down on the small kitchen’s tile floor. How did I get here?

`Annabeth; you need to understand that it is not just you acquiring this body. I am here too you ungrateful child.’

I take a deep breath. “In, out…1; in, out…2; in, out…3; in, out…4; in, out…5.” Ok, Annabeth you can’t listen to that butt hole, ignore him.

`NO SKITZY YOU CANNOT IGNORE ME! I OWN YOU. I CONTROL YOU.’

“No you do not Fredrick. I hate you. JUST LEAVE ME ALONE FOR ONCE.” I say to him.

        It seems like he is listening to me- this one time. I get up off the uncomfortable kitchen floor and look out of the window. I walk out of the kitchen and through my living room; I arrive at the stairs and start climbing up the stairs. “One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven… Eight… Nine… Ten,” I count the stairs as I climb them- I don’t know why I do that. Once I get up the stairs, I turn left at the familiar corner and there’s my bedroom. I walk in and look around my room. On one side of my room there are drawings covering my walls- all of which I have made. My favorite is of a girl that looks honestly happy. I want to look like that one day.

        I walk over to my desk chair and grab my back pack. To the forest I go. I love the forest, it helps me escape. I looked around my room again. I see my bed in the corner and some toys on it. Once again I got to the stairs; “One,” jump, “Three,” jump, “Five,” jump, “Seven,” jump, “Nine,” jump, “Floor.” I jumped down on the floor and turned right, and I was out the door.