Posted Sun Sep 27, 2015 | 331 Words | Tagged story chav something slightly different

Must have been a full moon again. On my phone I found this photo which is me, and isn’t me. Any other time of the month you would think I was out of my mind if I told you this was me. Years ago I was punched up by a chav, and then before I blacked out I remember he bit my arm.

Every full moon I feel my mind go blank and sit back while the chav comes to play. It’s like falling asleep but you never actually fall asleep. I woke up in some dodgy council house like normal. In the room I was in was about 3 dirty looking chavs. Seemed as though I had a good time, but I’d better leave before they wake up. It’d be a bit of a shock to find someone like me appear and their friend vanished from sight.

It’s a massive pain because I always end up in strange parts of the city I don’t know. They look incredibly rough, and everyone I see seems really out of their mind. I never wake up with my normal clothes on, it’s always some others that I don’t really remember. I remember some details like drinking my “favourite” drink of Stella with my “mates Jazza and Gaz”.

One night he managed to get the tattoo you see on the photo. Sadly it stays with me when I change back. I freaked out the first time it happened as I never would have gotten it otherwise, thankfully it was easily covered up but I’ve grew to like it a bit. I treat him as a different person, as he isn’t really me. I do admit I do like how buff he is, and he has a bit of influence on ‘me’ but still it’s something I’ll have to deal with.

And no I’m not going to bite you. He probably would, but you’ll have to ask him.

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