"Host? What do you mean by 'host'?"

"Ah ah, asking to many questions again."

I rolled my eyes.

You're living in MY head, I have the right to ask questions.

I thought.

"I can hear you, you know."
Vasilly said.
"In fact, I know everything you know."

I shuttered at that, no more privacy.
It was like having a mom inside of you head at all times.

"How do I get you out of my head?"

Vasilly chuckled.

"There is no way. You and I share the same mind, body, and soul now. We're inseparable. But, I can take over whenever I please."

Shutter.

"So it was really was you throwing the rock at the playground."

Another chuckle.

"it was and it wasn't."

Who knew having a friend could be so annoying?

"What do you mean?"

"Another question that can't be answered yet."

Were there any that COULD be answered?

"Yes, there are some. But I don't want to tell you."

I rolled my eyes again, sitting down on my desk chair.
"Will you ever tell me?"

"Maybe."

I rolled my eyes yet again.

"Answer one.  Just one. Then I'll stop asking."

There was silence.

"Please."

More silence, then a grunt,

"September 29th, 1978"

I stared at the floor, what the hell had it meant?
It wasn't an answer to any of the questions I had asked.

Then it me.

It was the year my best friend died.