“People are always worried about you: the man with a demon on the back of his head. But do they ever think about me? Ha!” The face that protruded from the base of Edward’s skull whispered; its lips jibbering.
When Edward began to weep, the hideous face chuckled. “Do you think I like being your ‘Devil twin’? Do you think I like it that you are the only one that hears me speak?” Its bulging eyes darted endlessly around the room.
“I may be grotesque; I may be cruel; I may frighten people away, but I have feelings!”
Edward sobbed and put his hands over the face, trying to stifle it.
“You can’t shut me up!” It screamed “No! No! Not until you’re dead!” The face began to laugh loudly. It laughed so loudly that it didn’t even hear the sound of Edward loading his revolver until it was too late.