Rescue Me from Myself

Have you ever seen one of those lame T-Shirts that say "Help me! I've kidnapped myself and I need X-amount of money to pay the ransom" or something like that?

That's literally happened to me. I've kidnapped myself.

You see, I have this literal split-personality condition that let me do that. I can split myself into two people, and I kidnapped myself. I know it must've looked crazy to the crowd that was around me at the mall at the time. I've been on the run for months.

Sometimes, when I'm just one person, I try to run away, then I just fall over, as if the other me is tackling me, to keep me from leaving. I give myself such nasty bruises when I do it.

I don't know why I'm doing this to myself; I don't know what I want out of this. I've never demanded any ransom or anything like that. My regular me personality is quiet, and the other me, I guess, is an attention whore, so maybe this is a huge attempt to get attention?

And so, I leave this note before the other me kills the normal me. I know she will. I'll hide it and hope she doesn't see it and destroy it with any other evidence.

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