
I like to write stories using my "friends" in them, but mostly I just make up somebody for the story. There is a difference between my story characters and the people that only I can hear and see. I decided that I was special, and that it was cool. But now it's just getting confusing. I will try to explain whats happening as clear as I can. I never have done this before so sorry if parts don't make sense.
My "see-thru friends" are people who seem to look like kids at a distance. They sort of behave like kids too. All of them are different shapes, sizes and color skins. They are all people. They come in weird sizes like a foot and some up to five feet. All of them seem to have odd features like eyes a little too small or wide apart. Big ears or very thin limbs. Red boy is one of the strangest cause he looks normal except for having red skin. I can hear and sometimes see them. I mostly hear them. I never see them unless I'm dreaming or I'm really tired. They have names and birthdays but never ages. Everyone has a range of emotions, and can randomly feel anything because of something they saw or heard. All these little people live around me and call my parents their own. They refuse to tell me where they came from.
They are all nice to me and friendly like normal people. When one person gets hurt, we all do sort of thing. Sometimes one will take the body and use it to experience things they can't do, like eat or climb a tree. Mostly I hover around and watch others take turns doing things. I have a friend now but it's difficult, mostly because they don't understand how it feels or whats happening. I have to push one of them (my "friends) away and they can get their feelings hurt. There is a few which are teenagers and one of them does strange things in my dreams. I have to live with them every day even if I want to be alone I can't I still hear them.

A little bit about me: I was born in a nice apartment and grew up Christian home schooled. I spent most of my life alone in the apartment since both parents work. I always had my "friends". My parents didn't molest or hit me. I don't know why I started to fear the outside world and dislike people. Today it has taken me a lot of pain to finally talk about this. I am hungry a lot, and lonely and sad. I need help now. Mostly advice or ideas on how to cope. I don't even know if I have DID ..