They masochist side of me tells me to end it. That it's done. To just die.

The sadist side of me tells me no. It's having too much fun.

Some times I feel like I've got schizophrenia. I talk to the different sides of me. They even have names. The sadist is called Dirty Ice- Ice for short. The masochist -Rachael.

Rachel is tired of living. Breathing. Going through the motions.

Ice, on the other hand, is ready to escape. To be free.

I can't let that happen. She will kill people. Human beings.... So why do I want to let her out? Let her have some fun for a change? She's the one that have been locked up, right? Why doesn't she deserve a turn in this world? NO! I musn't let her out.

"I. A.m. A. Freak!!!!!!" I yell the last word out loud, for I can no longer hold in how I feel and who I am.