It's been five years now, that the first of us woke up.
It was a hard time. Speaker struggled to keep doing a good job on the outside, struggled to keep in check what she thought was herself going crazy on the inside. But no, it was just us, waking up. And as waking people tend to be we were clumsy, not fully aware of our surroundings. Considering the circumstances, she did very well, and I can't blame her for handing the burden of this household to someone else when the worst was over.
She now lives in a willow by the stream back behind the village, enjoying the calm. We try not to bother her, unless absolutely necessary, she deserves her retirement.
That leaves the job of telling this story to me.
So let's start with the basics. We are many who share one body. The technical term is Ego-State Disorder, or a milder form of what used to be called a "multiple personality". It is not insanity, Speaker's worries in that direction were unfounded. We're pretty sane in here, for what happened in the past, but that shall not be part of this story.
Not everyone is the same age, actually most people in here are much younger than the body, some aren't even exactly "people". My job is to keep the outside life half-ways orderly and to speak for the others. Some don't speak your language, some don't speak any recognizable language, some don't speak at all. I listen and translate what they like to say.
Life is pretty interesting when you're not alone in your body.
Maybe you'll think so too.
