[ WP ] One day after thinking `` Can Anyone Hear Me '' You hear an answer .

“ Yes, I can hear you, ” came a soft voice much like my own. I looked around but found no one there. I brushed it off as hearing things. But as I took a few more steps I heard it again. 
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 “ I said I can hear you. ” Came the voice, louder this time, but still retaining it's gentle nature. I looked around once more. There was no one near me. The house was empty. I spoke into my own head, feeling slightly silly as I did. 
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 “ Hi? ” I thought. I wondered what could be causing this? Had I finally gone off the deep end or was I about to find out I had an new allergy I never even knew about. 
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 “ Hi, ” replied the voice a few moments later. I could n't deny it, it was coming from my head. I shook a little at the thought. 
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 “ Who are you? ” I asked, before instantly feeling silly. Why I am asking myself who I am? 
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 “ I do n't know, ” the voice responded. I paused for a few moments, unsure of my next move. How do you react when you are talking to yourself but do n't seem to know the answers to the questions you are posing? 
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 “ Well this has never happened before, ” I thought to myself, only to be interrupted by the voice once more. 
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 “ Well I have n't been around before. I just started. ” It replied. I was confused, to talk to yourself is one thing, but to interrupt yourself during the conversation is a whole new level of madness. After a few moments of silence, the voice spoke up again. 
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 “ I'm a part! ” It exclaimed. It's voice showing a solid emotion for the first time since it started talking. 
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 “ A part? ” I asked, slightly confused by what it meant and slightly distracted by trying to remember the number of my doctor. 
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 “ Remember? We learned about it in psychology class, ” continued the voice, talking over my attempts to find the number. I thought about it for a moment and suddenly it flooded back into my head, like it was almost fresh. The boring classes on Richard Schwartz and his idea that people were made up of little bits. My train of thought was cut off by the voice speaking once more. 
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 “ But if I am a part, what part am I? ” It mused, leaving me unsure if it was asking a rhetorical question or not. “ Could I be an exile? Running away from something we did n't like? ” It rambled. I found myself trying not to think so as not to interrupt. 
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 “ No, I do n't feel like an exile, anyhow exiles do n't just walk back in. That never happens in any story, apart from that game we played that time. But that is because Alice forgot she was playing an exile. ” It finished. It was weird hearing this new voice talking about memories from years ago. But as it did, I felt the memory come to the forefront of my mind, like I was remembering it myself. I smiled at the memory, I had forgotten those silly games we used to play. I had forgotten Alice, work had gotten on top of me since I moved and I never found the time to call her. 
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 “ Well, I doubt I can be a firefighter. I never really had the looks for it, ” the voice started again. “ I mean being a firefighter suggests I am good in a crisis. But, I would think a part that was good in a crisis would n't pop up and scare you half to death. ” 
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 “ You did n't. Do n't worry. ” I thought, trying to reassure whatever this voice was. 
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 “ I can hear your thoughts you know. I heard you mentally rehearsing the call to the doctor. ” The voice replied. I shuffled awkwardly, realizing my thoughts about it had not been dramatically positive. “ It's okay, I would do the same if I was in your position. Because I am you, so I ca n't pretend like I would think differently. ” It said, a slight touch of humour coming into it's voice. I smiled and nodded. 
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 “ Well I ca n't think what part you are, ” I thought. 
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 “ Maybe we do n't need to know yet? Maybe I just popped out at random? ” The part replied. I nodded to myself and the self inside myself. It had a point, I mean psychology was never exact. I smiled, I remembered my professor saying that. I smiled some more as I remembered another friend dropping psych the second they could, they could n't handle the non-exact sciences. 
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 “ Yeah. That could be it. ” 
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 “ Well then. I guess I should follow the model right? ” It said. And I quickly remembered the model. I had n't thought about it for years, but it felt like yesterday. I could almost smell the classroom, the memory was that fresh. 
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 “ Become part of the whole again, ” I recited, “ Until reality and your role clash once more. ” I sat down and smiled as I remembered a few more of my school buddies. 
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 “ That is exactly it. ” replied the voice. “ So I guess I'll be seeing you? Or hearing you at least. ” It said. I laughed a little and nodded. 
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 “ See you around, ” I thought. I sat there in silence for a little bit. My head quiet once more. I got up from the chair and smiled, still basking in the glow of the memories that had resurfaced. I moved to my computer, I had a few people I needed to catch up with.
