Shelia Runs From the Demons of Multiple Personality Disorder
Too Many People in Here
Alone or so she thinks,
Shelia finds herself surrounded by darkness.
The stillness is too quiet.
Her thoughts run away,
Carrying what is left of her mind to rarely visited
Painful places that she does not want to remember.
Shelia is being watched.
She know she is being watched.
She feels the intense sear of the gaze.
She wants to run away
But, fear has glued her feet to the ground.
Running would not help.
Running did not help
The last time she tried to get away.
Now with only one good eye and a limp,
Escape would be near impossible.
Strong hands grab her roughly by the shoulders.
Her heart threatens to beat out of her.
One arm strangles around her neck.
She feels the point of a knife dig into her face.
Shelia knows Randy hates her.
He has hated her for the last twenty-five years.
He will not leave her.
He says he hates to be called to come out.
Randy only comes out when Shelia is bad.
He wants to punish her.
She does not want to be a puppet.
They try to get her to take her medicine.
She does not want to be controlled.
Shelia is too smart for them.
Shelia gives the medicine to Cathy when they are not looking.
Cathy tosses it in the trash.
She will protect Shelia.
Cathy would protect Shelia from Randy if she were here,
But, Cathy does not come out when Randy does.
Randy slowly drags the knife down Shelia's face,
Reopening old wounds.
She feels the hot, stickiness of her own blood begin to pour,
A wave of odd comfort washing over her.
Shelia hears screaming from somewhere distant.
She does not know these cries are her own.
Three hours later. . .
"Officer, she was there by herself. She kept crying for Cathy and screaming for someone named Randy to leave her alone. I can't believe she slit her own throat. Man, I never saw anything like that".
"Sir, are you sure no one was with her?"
"Yeah. She was alone".