ladyblackbird13

The rain is falling hard against the concrete. You're soaking wet but don't notice over the voices talking to you. Wait, voices? There's no one on the street next to you, who are you talking to? Oh that's right you're talking to yourself. Well that's normal. You walk faster as you debate loudly with yourself. "Why are we outside?" "We have to get milk." "Can't it wait till tomorrow?" "No." "Come on it's wet." People stare at you as you start quietly screaming your conversation with yourself. Off to your left you hear some one laughing at you. You turn to see a brownish-red haired man with red eyes, sunglasses on his head and an open bomber ja