"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.
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