I've got 98 problems because you're not one

I can’t remember how it got there, but as long as I’d been alive I’ve had this problem. It makes interacting and going out in public very… difficult. Though I think most people can’t even see me. Except for a select few. Maybe around 120. They seem to stick out form the rest of normal people.

This brings me to what is happening now, I guess. Taking a shower. Stripping myself from my sins that I could care less about. The Pastor told me it would help. I don’t know what WITH, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Clothes were left strewn throughout the small bathroom. They would need to be replaced. Slowly I pulled these spikes from my body and set them down. Blood trickled from where they had been. That was possibly not the best of my ideas… but they did come out, so maybe my skin would heal.

My legs were having trouble supporting me after a while. The streams had not ceased flowing and I was feeling a tad dizzy. I let myself collapse to the ground, pulling my knees to my bare chest. God, it hurt. It hurt. It hurt. I wasn’t ready for this. I wasn’t going to deal with this.

Those were my last thoughts before I passed out. At least that’s what I think happened, for I woke up in my bed some time later with some blue dressed kid standing over me. His shape was vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t really tell. My vision was not top-par yet.

The words he spoke were soft and muffled, but they sounded rather sweet. Disgusting, even. I hate touchy-feely people like him. But something he said did catch my interest.

“Rhett. 98. It’s me. Negative,” He leaned over me, getting up in my face with a huge smile. No. “I saved you! That means we’re friends now, right?” GROSS.

I tried to speak, but my voice was very weak and didn’t come out as rude as I hoped it would. “Who the fuck are you?” I had tried to say.

“I am you! I am every good thought you’ve ever had in your entire life! I came from you to protect you and to watch over you. Make sure you don’t do anything stupid. So we are friends!” His voice was loud and it hurt my head. I had no idea what he was talking about. Never had I had nice thoughts towards people… not that I could remember. What kind of shit was he spewing?

The bed creaked as he sat down on it. “Please don’t try to do that again… You really had me worried…”

“… What?”

“Pulling out your spikes! They may come out, but unless you bandage the cuts right away or put them back you will bleed to death!” He sounded so worried and it was purely disgusting. “You almost died…”

“I’m fine you stupid shit. I’m fucking fine.”

We didn’t talk much after that ordeal. He and I stayed away from each other for the most part. However each time I got into trouble or hurt, he was there. The only thing he seemed to be able to do was protect me. Sometimes that was okay. Sometimes I was okay with him. I accepted him being around and at some points he would speak soft, sweet words to me. And when he did, that was okay. Most of the time it was okay.