Entry #7 It's my day off, so she decided to keep me company all day. I have this headache whenever she's around me. I can hear screaming in my mind, and none of the loud voices are mine or hers. During the afternoon I'd had enough. I started screaming too. I took her machete, tackled her to the ground, and tried to cut her up into millions of delicate pieces. But before I could start cutting her apart, she threw me off of her and pinned me to the ground. She leaned in close to my ear and started whispering, in her horrible voice. "Don't you learn? I'm your saviour Scottie," she whispered. I cried. "I saved you. You should be thankful for the things I do for you. Imagine a world where you had friends, imagine a world where you could laugh. Imagine keeping a stable job. That sounds boring, doesn't it? Because I'll tell you what. All of those things end in tears. When your friends leave. When you stop laughing. When you get fired. You'll just cry like you are now, and I'll just smile at you. I'm a protector, Scottie. I do what I have to, to keep you safe. I do that with everyone I know. So tell me Scottie, why don't you accept it?" I couldn't respond. It was my own voice. It felt like a thought in my brain. But I could see her crazed eyes staring at me and I knew it wasn't real. None of this was ever real, was it? Maybe I was just a happy person living a double life. But no. I'm not. I'm just stuck with my evil, murderous reflection. An Evil Scottie. I tried to jump off the balcony attached to my room. She caught me. I think I'm here forever.