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Arguing with voices (Wrathsputin and Psych13)

Wrathsputin

Wrathsputin

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"Already late, good job, assclown" "Shut up!" "Make me!" "Oh, for the love of pickles, just fucking stop!" Marshal argued with Mich as he rode his bike to school, muttering under his breath. Matt was silent as usual, but his dour cloud hung over Marshal like an omen of despair, typical of the three. Marshal trying to maintain control, Mich insulting him to try and break him down and wrench control from him, while Matt pouted in the corner, crying over nothing. It was Marshal's first day at a new school, Mich got him kicked out of the last one for starting, and then promptly ending a fight over a lunch milk. "Fucking figures" Mich hissed "Is there anything you can do right, you fucking turd bucket?" A rhetorical question, common among Mich's slightly limited vocabulary. Marshal's blue vest flapped in the wind as he picked up speed, trying to mitigate his tardiness.

Marshal made it to the school, but he wasn't sure how late he was. He quickly made it to the bike lock cage and slapped a lock on his mountain bike. He darted through the front yard and through the doors, booking his way down the hall to what he hopped was the direction of his first class. "Late, late, late, you're gonna get us kicked out" Matt whined, his first words all day. Mich faded away as Matt began to pummel self-loathing and anguish into Marshal, but he dashed on none the less. It was just something he had to live with, having multiple personalities. Try as he might, the voices in his head never shut up, and all the pills and therapy in the world couldn't "fix" him. Matt forced horrid memories to flood back, the multiple suicide attempts when Matt finally gained control, but Marshal still marched on, bursting into a classroom. The look on his face was a bit confused, but how else was he honestly supposed to look?
 
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Daphne sat in class bored out of her mind. She twirled her dirty blonde hair around her finger. She caught a glance of her black highlight out the corner of her eye. Her blue eyes looked around the room as she surveyed her peers. They were either paying attention or not even faking paying attention. Daphne glanced down at her notebook as the lyrics peered up at her saying 'Finish me!'. Daphne scoffed silently looking away from her lyric book.

She was a nut case and the whole school knows it. Seeing things that aren't real. Such as inanimate things speaking her. It was funny really. Seeing people look at her as if she'll choke them or something. It's like geez, she's crazy not a killer.

Daphne looked towards the door when she saw someone burst in. Cute, but looked highly confused. Daphne fixed her hat slightly leaning back but keeping an eye on him. New guy? Interesting. Maybe a jock or rebel? Who knows? More than likely, someone who will look at her with the same deer eyed look she gets all the time.

She looked back at her notebook before she began continuing her writing. Much to her lyric's relief.
 
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"Ah, you must be our new student" The professor glanced up from his papers and nodded to the young man in the door panting. "Well, pick a seat. we're going to be taking a test, but seeing as you haven't been in the class their isn't much point in making you take it. I'll have a replacement assignment for you to do as homework some other night". Marshal nodded and then looked for an open seat. His grey eyes scanned the room before falling on a seat next to a rather gorgeous dirty blonde, totally his type. This, however, was bad news and he knew it, Mich and he had almost identical taste in women, but Mich would trash a girl's heart if he knew it would crush Marshal's. "Shit" he muttered under his breath as he walked over and took a seat next to her.

"Keep calm, you can do this, right shit-for-brains?" Mich taunted Marshal as he took in every detail about the girl he could pick up. It wasn't much, but if it meant decimating Marshal at a later date, any detail about anyone could be useful. Matt subjected both of them to the torment of reliving pains to let them know he was still very much alive against his will
 
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Daphne heard everything going on but she made sure not to show it. She was just content doing what she was doing. Until the new guy sat next to her. Ready teach? Really? In her head she was cursing the teacher in 3 different languages. She was trying to focus and how was she going to do that with a hot guy staring her down. Yup! You heard correctly, out the corner of her eyes she could see the guy staring t her.

Actually, no. He wasn't staring at her, he was analyzing her to be exact. Not to be one to turn down a challenge she turned and looked at him. She raised an eyebrow at him before giving he him a small smirk and a nod. She then turned her eyes back to her notebook before she continue writing.

The lyrics standing from the page making little sounds to tease her causing her to roll her eyes and ignore them.
 
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Marshal wrestled for control, hating the fact that Mich was getting him to stare just so he could use her against him later. He finally seized control from Mich and not a moment too soon. The beautiful women gave him a smirk and nodded after raising an eyebrow, sizing him up just as Mich was doing to her. Her figure was stunning to say the least, but Marshal forced himself to look away just after she looked to her notebook.

"How long do you really think i'll let you last here, Marshy-Boy?, I'll crush you here just like I have every other school, face it, you pathetic mucus" Mich snickered. Matt was silently tormenting Marshal with nearly unbearable pain, but Marshal simply swallowed hard and muttered a few curses under his breath, hoping to make the voices go away if only for a moment
 
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Daphne heard him curse under his breath and this caused her to look at him. What's sing m wrong with him? She eyed him carefully as if to see if he was just being with her. He wasn't. So, she leaned over to him making sure the teacher wasn't looking. "You alright?" She asked him carefully. She'd seen a look in his eyes. Pain.
 
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Marshal struggled to force Matt and Mich back, and the strain was visible to anyone who only knew where to look. He took a deep breath and with one final shove, crammed them back into the the darkest depths of his mind. The look of pain slowly faded from him and he was able to glance back at the extraordinary hot woman sitting next to him. "Hm? Oh, I'm okay, it's nothing" He tried to play it off, but his attempt was laughable at best
 
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Daphne nodded clearly unconvinced. "Your clearly not but, it's not any of my business so I'll let it go. Though, quick tip for future reference. Don't lie to me. Don't tell me? Fine. Just, don't lie." She said seriously before moving back into her seat. This happened right as the bell rang causing her to stand and grab her things. She glanced at him before giving him a sink. "See ya later new kid." She said to him before leaving the classroom without looking back.
 
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He was lucky the bell rang, he didn't have a retort for that. It wasn't that Marshal was trying to be a jerk, but getting people involved was always a bad idea. Which sucked major donkey shlong, he was a teenage boy and it would be all but impossible to have a girlfriend with his condition. Not that he would be after a relationship just for sex, but any kind of companionship was no go. Marshal grabbed his things and walked through the halls to his next class, enjoying his dominance over Mich and Matt for the time being. It was the only time he could think, and he needed all the time in the world. He made his way to his next class and took a seat in the back so that he could meditate and concentrate on keeping Mich and Matt locked down
 
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Daphne arrived at her next class bored out of her mind. She fount school to be honestly boring. She knew everything already. She had photographic memory so she read all her school books one night and had everything memorized. So, you could pretty much understand her reason for being upset and bored right.

Daphne noticed the new kid was in her class but chose to ignore him and sat 2 seats away from him going back to finishing her song. The lyrics were honestly pissing her off. They wouldn't shut up.
 
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Marshal wanted to apologize, but bit his tongue. "Coooome ooon!!! Don't be a pussy!! Just say "Sorry for being a cock munch and lying to you" Marshy-Boy. Is it that hard, dick-pickle?" Mich's obnoxious voice split Marshal's concentration like a maul splitting wood. Clenching his teeth, Marshal took out a piece of paper and wrote down a small note. Marshal got up, fighting back Mich as he walked by Daphne's desk and slipped her the note he wrote before walking to the front of the class and asking the teacher to go get a drink of water. Once dismissed, he walked out into the hall where he just about doubled over. Matt was back with a vengeance and Marshal was almost in tears over the wave of soul crushing sadness that suddenly struck him. Marshal fought back hard, but he was failing. He slipped into the bathroom, into a stall and hurled. After tossing up last night's dinner, he made his way to the sink and tried to use the water to help knock some sense into himself. His hand went into his vest pocket and pulled out a bottle of pills. He popped two and put the small bottle back in his pocket before taking out a travel size bottle of mouthwash. Matt causing him to vomit wasn't uncommon, he had to be prepared.


The note Marshal left Daphne, should she chose to read it goes:

I'm sorry I lied, really bad habit. Please don't hold it against me
Signed: Marshal
 
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Daphne was doing her best to ignore the note that sat on her desk but when it started standing up and jumping up and down coaxing her to read it, she was influenced. She grabbed the note and opened it up reading it silently. She couldn't help the small smile that she felt blossom on her face after reading it. He wasn't a complete douche like she originally thought. Fantastic. She took out a red pen and wrote back a quick reply on the back of the note standing and placing the note on his desk. The teacher really didn't care what she did. Just as long as she kept good grades in his class.

She walked back to her seat and sat down with a small smile on her face which was nothing more than a slight upturn of the corner of her lips.

THE NOTE SAID:

Your forgiven.....for now. Don't be a dick, okay? Don't make me regret my decision.

From,

Daph
 
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Marshal forced composure onto himself and made it out of the bathroom and back into the class. He kept his eyes low and to the ground mostly, still assuming the beautiful woman was mad at him, as she really had every right to be. It wasn't that he was trying to be mean and lie to someone, he just knew better than to get other involved in his little problem. But after her reaction, he decided he needed to find a way to divert attention from him without lying. As he sat at his desk, he noticed a note. His note. It had been returned and there was red ink on the back. "A response?" He asked in his thoughts. Keeping Mich and Matt locked back and away, he picked up the note and read her response. There was a small smile on his face. It was nice not to feel hated. And he liked her name. Daph, probably short for Daphne. He folded the note and put it in his pocket, then went the rest of the class trying to keep Mich and Matt in check.

The bell rang, signalling it was lunch time. Marshal got up, stretching a bit and cracking his neck before heading out side. He didn't bring a lunch, he wasn't very hungry anyway
 
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Daphne sighed in annoyance as she heard the bell ring and was the first one out of the room before everyone could rush out of the room. She walked down the hall, ignoring the whispers, to the cafeteria. It was mostly empty considering she was early. She then walked to the line and grabbed an apple before the lunch ladies could notice. She then walked quickly out of the building outside. She walked to her favorite tree on the hill and sat beneath it. She crossed her legs, making sure she wasn't flashing anyone. Usually she'd go off of school grounds in order to get lunch but her car was in the shop and she was not skateboarding all the way there. She then opened her favorite book, To Kill A Mockingbird, and let herself get absorbed into the story and watched the words come off into the page and circle around her, literally. So pretty, yet no one could see. She laughed to herself before she continued reading.
 
Marshal was walking about when he found a tree to sit under, oblivious to Daphne sitting on the other side of the tree reading a book. He began talking to the voices in his head, trying to just make them go away. "Mich, go away. I'm in control and you can't have my body." Marshal said. Mich wrenched control for just long enough to speak out loud, and Marshal's body spoke in a slightly different voice "No, I am. I rule, you drool, turd lick." Mich tried to stand but Matt forced incredible pain on him and Marshal. "I Want The Quiet!!" Matt's thoughts roared into Marshal and Mich's, disrupting Mich's control and letting Marshal take hold again.
 
Daphne was getting really into her book when she heard noise from the other side of the tree. She then heard the new kid's voice from behind the tree. She moved in order to look behind the tree with curiosity. There, she saw him having an argument with himself, then he was in a lot of pain. She tilted her head. He has split personality disorder, maybe? She stood silently, placing down her book, before she then walked to the other side of the tree where he was. "So, I'm not the only student at this school that is a little different huh?" She asked him with a raised eyebrow.
 
Marshal was still trying to recover for Matt's attack and didn't notice Daphne until she spoke. A bit startled, Marshal scrambled to stand and brush himself off. "What? Different? I uh-" Marshal was about to try and play it off, but then remembered her note. "Yeah . . . I guess I am different. What about you?" Marshal asked.
 
"I'm different too." She said walking forward a bit. She adjusted her hat slightly so it was tilted to the side slightly. "Not as advanced and as complex as yours, mind you, but different none the less." She said cryptically with a small smirk and her arms crossed over her chest.
 
Mich laughed in Marshals thoughts "Ooh, she'll be perfect!!!" "Shut up!" Marshall shouted in his head. "So . . . I uh" Marshal struggled for words, a bit dizzy. "What's different about you?" He asked, curious, and hoping a topic would help him focus and keep Mich and Matt back
 
Daphne laughed silently to herself as she thought about how she only knew this guy for one day yet here she is about to tell him her biggest secret. "Well, I see things. And hear things. Things that should not be moving or speaking." She glanced behind him at the blades of grass. She could see them jump up and down and scream in agony. She felt herself frown, sympathy in her eyes. If she got stepped on all the time, she would be in pain too. She let her eyes wander back to his. "Such as the blades of grass jumping up and down behind you screaming in pain." She explained to him what she was seeing and hearing. She felt sorry for them so she tried her hardest to stay off the grass. Choosing to run instead. They still feel pain yet not as severe as walking. Right now she is standing on the roots of the tree in order to not step on the grass. The tree had said once he can't feel anything. Him being old and all.
 
"Does it get annoying? Like . . . does it make it hard to ever focus on anything?" Marshal asked. He was trying to keep Mich and Matt out of his head for just a moment, but it was getting harder, Matt was relentlessly assaulting his thoughts with wretched images of the wounds he inflicted on Marshal's arms. Marshal always wore long sleeves to cover his shame.
 
Daphne looked down in thought. Does it get annoying? She looked back up at him with a small smile. "Not really. I've had this......difference, ever since I was a little girl." She laughed a bit in thought. "Doesn't really bother me that much." She added a small shrug at the end.
 
Marshal smiled. Knowing that not everyone who was different was in agony was warming to him. He hated his own pain, but part of him hated seeing others in pain more. "That's good, I'm glad you can deal with it." Marshal said to her, his smile a bit weak. Mich was laughing in Marshals thoughts, tormenting him with demented images of how he's hurt this new "Friend", just to make Marshal sick. Whether or not Mich would actually do such horrible things if he ever got control was uncertain, but in Marshal's mind there was no doubt Mich was a sadistic bastard who's kill if he thought it's hurt Marshal
 
Daphne looked towards school as the bell rang signaling the start of class. She sighed before grabbing her book and half-eaten apple. She then turned to look at Marshal. "It's been fun, new kid. I'll see you around." She said with a small smirk with mischief clear in her eyes. She then turned away from him, walking back into the school building.
 
"Thank's, and nice to meet you" He said as she walked off. He paused for a moment to try and compose himself before walking to class. Finally able to shut away Mich and Matt for a while, Marshal headed off to class. A little preoccupied, he forgot to check whether or not Daphne was in this class with him. He took a seat near to back and retrieved his notebook from his bag. He opened it up and began to write. "I am in control. I am in control. I am in control." Over and over again
 
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