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I was 14 and school has just ended. I didn't have any friends. I didn't know how to talk to people and was very shy and timid (especally around girls). I was just about to head home, when a group of kids started my way. I though I was going to have to fight them like I have to fight everyday, but strangly enough, they wanted to talk. I really didn't know what to say, so I let them ask all the questions and done the only thing I could do right, answer them. They were about ready to leave when one of them asked, "Do you want to go to a party with us? There will be alot of people there". I declined the first few time, the finally gave in.
I got ready around 9:00 P.M and snuck out of the house. I had to walk about 1 1/2 miles to get there. Once I got there I was greeted by someone I had my eyes on for the whole school year. She took me in and we sat and talked. Like an idiot, I didn't say much, but it seemed she didn't mind. A few hours later, the same group of people from erlier came to me again. This group was about 3 to 5 years older than myself. I really didn't know why they thought I was interesting in the first place until a few minutes later. They pulled out a bottle of vodka and was drinking from it. "You want some? It's good" on of the guy said to me. "I know what it is" I told them, taking the bottle out of his hand. They looked at me in amazment as I started chugging the bottle. It took all of my might not to spit it up or hurl afterward. I wanted to show them that their tricks didn't work on my and that the taste and burning wasn't effecting me.
After 30 minutes. I couldn't see strait. I didn't walk or talk right. The whole crowd had their attention to me. The more I had realized that I was the center of attention, the more I started felling nervous and strange. I just wanted to leave at the first chance I had. I didn't know what to do. I was freaking out for the fact that I wasn't a people person and there where sooo many people.
I was about to pass out when Azengar (My first Alter) took control and led me out of the room. When I was out of sight, he stuck my fingers down my throat and forced me to vomit all over the floor. I felt the burning from my insides starting to dissapear. My mind became alittle clearer, but not much. Then he sat me down aginst a corner. I felt him residing inside me again. I wanted him to stay out alittle longer, but I guess the affects of the alcohol affected the time he could control. I didn't know what to do, and then started to get mentally unstable. I wanted to run and escape this time. I thought I was going to die, when my vision started to disapate once more. I hoped it was Azengar again, but this time it wasn't.
"Look, I really want to go to sleep, so why don't we go home now" I voice came out of my mouth. I didn't know what to make out of it, but then I recognized the feeling and the fact that I couldn't control my body. He then lifted me off my feet and started for the front door. The girl I like ran up to me, asking if everything was all right. "I'm really sorry I didn't stop them. I didn't want to get in the way of anything" she said. "Aww. Thats all right, me darlin'. No harm was dealt from the events of the past". I was about to die from embarassment from the way he spoke to the only person I liked. She looked at me in a trance, then added "O....K. Well. I hope you get home alright". He nodded his head and started walking back home.
He took me strait to bed. "I would be carin' less of the things you be doin', but sleepin' is the thing I be not, or so I say. So off to sleep for ye". I told him "Look, I don't know who you are yet, but this is my body and you don't even sound like a normal peroson. We have to work on you're acsent". "Havin' ta change the speach is an effort I could handle, but the fact that my eyes bein' heaver than ancors is a problem for the likes of me? So sleep first". I was tired as well, so I agreed and went to sleep.
About 3 month later, he has perfected my acsent, but can't simulate my voice. I guess a voice is a voice and all is different. The most my alter does is sleep and is very successful in avoiding work and figuring things out that I couldn't normally figure out.
- Title: Alter #2
- Artist: Azengar
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Description:
This storie is about my second Alter, Oyundaru. To learn more about him and Alters, visit Azengar's profile.
My Alters speaking will be in bold letters. - Date: 09/23/2009
- Tags: alter
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