I sat in my room feeling as if no one was there for me. My walls were a bright color but being sad doesn't help me out at all. Bright, fun, lively, that is the person I normally am but I have a side of me that no one knows. I have a split personality disorder where I can't control what I say or do when I am 'her'. She ruined my life since I was five and I suspended. When I tried to tell the teacher it wasn't my fault it was 'her'. You think she listened? She thought I was talking about an imaginary friend but no....I wasn't. Mosty of the time I am a shy, happy, cheerful person but when I get like this; sad, angry, feel neglected. I become my other side....'my alternate self' I like to call her. When I become her I do dangerous thing

I have stole

I have fought

I have almost killed and I have been to the local juvenile because of her. It doesn't matter, right? No one cares for me really so what ever. I took out my sketch pad I had under my bed and started to draw. Every person I didn't like, every person that made me turn into her was drawn into this pad. To be a senior in high school I draw like a senior in college and my drawings are live like mostly. The only picture I have that is not about people I hate is the one with me and my late brother. We both were young in this drawing around ten and twelve and it has a quote that he told me before he died 

'Only you can prevent bad things from happening. If you can't, try for me okay?' Every time I saw this picture I wanted to cry my heart out. on the next page when I flipped it was 'her'. My alternate self, my demonic side, the person I hate the most in this drawing book. I don't know why I drew her years ago when I got out of Juvenile. I drew her looking exactly like me. Short hair that stopped to her collar bone, her dull brown eyes, her pose in this drawing was the worse of all....

This is all I have for this chapter tell me what you all think?