Prologue

My birth name is irrelevant here. Besides, I’m more of an observer anyway. While my little trigger warning is true and what you are about to read is fantasy, I am not telling you this for attention. It is a consuming vision that I live with 24/7. My mind is split, or cracked to be more precise, into two persons. I’ve named them for my own sanity and in a healthy attempt to validate their reality.

Edmund- A strong silent man who carries the weight of the world. There is a woman who loves him, and he loves her. Together they are truly perfect. They plan their family together and at this moment, are very close to their wedding day. The family he was born to, look to him as a sort of glue in some ways. When Edmund falls, and fall he does (hard and fast), the family rallies to keep the structure together. Edmund is reliable and hard working like the Toyota you put 400,000 miles on without so much as an oil change. The gasoline he uses to keep the engine running is Jameson whiskey and Newport cigarettes. But sometimes Edmund must sleep. That’s when his counterpart is free from the cage.