Split Personalities: Understanding

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I have an accomplice…. I think

“Man, man, man, you jus had to mess up the escape plan. And we was about to get out of this clean too!”, said Trevor.

“You can’t let her go”, said Devon.

Why not? She doesn’t know me or where I came from. I think it’s best we just keep moving before she starts asking questions.

“She’s been talking for the past 3 minutes”, exclaimed Trevor.

I was so caught up in my head, I didn’t realize that she had been talking ever since I bumped into her. I don’t need another person messing with my head right now.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going. You have a good day”, I said.

But before I could even turn and walk away she grabbed my arm. I winced at the pain from the wounds. I looked into her eyes and she stared back into mine. I could’ve sworn I saw them glimmer.

“It’s okay, I wasn’t paying much attention either. But you don’t look too good, Kerion. Are you okay?”, she asked.

I froze. I didn’t have any id on me or anything that could reveal who I am. How did she know my name? She doesn’t look familiar to me at all. Just some stranger I ran into on the street.

“You probably don’t know me, but my mom knows your mom. She always talks about you.”

“How do you know I’m Kerion?”

“Well, you look like you just left a mental hospital, right? And you look around my age, so who else would you be?”

“That’s a little broad don’t you think? What if I was somebody dangerous? You could seriously get yourself in danger.”

“Aww isn’t that sweet. You’re worried about me?”

Dawwwwgggg, you have to keep tabs on her! – Trevor.

Shut up Trevor!

Am I worried about her? No, that can’t be the case. Any normal person would’ve said my response if they heard what she had said. However, why is my mom talking to her family about our business. Mom has always been a kind soul, but her job is just baking and cooking. So why would she tell her about me? Did she just want somebody else to talk to about me or was there another reason?

“I’m surprised your still standing with all your cuts and bruises. Come on let’s go to a hospital.”

“NO. I mean, no. It’s okay you don’t have to worry about. I’ll jus crash somewhere and deal with it later.”

“Well then you can crash at my place.”

Why did I agree to this? I am only making things worse. I should have just denied her offer and left her alone. That way, if whoever is coming to look for me, I’m the only one who’s life will be at risk. However, if someone is coming, I don’t know if I will be able to protect her.


We finally arrived to her apartment, which is weird because I thought she lived with her mom since we’re both twelve, but the apartment is nice. It has two rooms, and a modern, white, and black polish in the kitchen. No TV though. Her room was a velvet red and the other room was an ash grey. Both with beds to match the wall and dressers and other decorations to compliment.

I asked her how was she able to afford this place and she just laughed in my face. Apparently, she has an older brother in college who pays for the apartment and she just likes to sleepover from time to time. Definitely makes more sense, since twelve-year-olds can’t have a job.

“I’ve been meaning to ask. What’s your name?”, I asked.

“Oh sorry about that, my name is Nicole”

“So uh, where’s the bathroom?”

“It’s down the hall and to your right. I’ll get you some fresh clothes.”

I headed to the bathroom and turned on the shower. It feels like ages since I’ve taken a nice hot shower. However, due to all the wounds I had, it felt like my body was burning all over. The pain was almost too much to bear, but I was able to clean up and take care of all the injuries.

I put on the clothes Nicole had left out for me and went to lay down in the bed (obviously the grey one). For the first time in four years, I was finally able to think in silence. Not having to worry about my next treatment or whether or not I would wake up the next day. I was finally able to relax.

I must’ve dozed off because when I woke up it was morning. I went to the bathroom and literally almost punched the mirror. Is that how bad I’ve been looking this whole time? I had the worst black eye, my lip completely busted, covered in scars and gashes from the neck and all the way down to my legs. I didn’t even realize I was missing my pinky toe. How in the world am I still alive? There’s no way a kid could survive these type of injuries, could they? What’s crazy about it, is that I’m not actually in a lot of pain.

After looking at my walking dead appearance, I heard a knock on the door.

“Hey, I made some breakfast if you want some.”

I brushed my death, tried to do something decent with my hair, or whatever was left of it, then I headed to the kitchen. She must’ve been up early because she literally made a whole buffet. There was pancakes, waffles, eggs, bacon, mashed potatoes, rice, cereal, sausage, biscuits, and croissants. Like who makes croissants?

“How do you know how to make all this stuff?”

“Well, I had to learn on my own at an early age I guess.”

Something was off. Yesterday, she was full of happiness, even after looking at my hideous face. Why is she so sad now? Maybe it’s best for me to ignore it and just eat.

“That’s pretty cool, wish I knew how to cook”

“Yeah… can I ask you a question?”


“Why were you in a mental hospital?”

I knew at some point she was going to ask me something about that. I mean it’s not like I can hide it forever, but should I actually tell her? I mean, yeah some would think i’m crazy, but I’m not. How would I even explain it to her? I don’t want to lie, but I don’t know if she can handle the truth. I probably shouldn’t. I should just eat this food and never see her again. I can’t let her be a sitting duck while there’s someone out there that I need to find before they get to me first.

“It’s complicated. You wouldn’t understand. Look I’m sorry for being a nuisance, but once I finish up here, I’ll leave you alone for good.”

“Fine, since you don’t trust me, I’ll tell you a secret.”

Tell me a secret?

“This is actually my place. I stole my mom’s card and let my brother handle all the paperwork so I can live here. My mom was crazy. Everything had to…. be her way. It was torture being in that house.”

Maybe I should tell her about you guys.

Don’t do it, Kerion. It’s too risky. All you need to do is keep tabs on her and once everything is in the clear, then we can leave for good. – Devon.

Why not leave now? Before things get serious?

If you leave now, you lose the opportunity to find your mom again and understanding how Nicole even knows about you. – Devon.

I almost forgot. She did know me, but she said she only knew me because of her mother. However, they’re not on good terms right now or maybe they never have been. Does that mean that her mom was asking my mom so she can enlist Nicole into the mental hospital too?

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“Yeah, but it’s okay. At least I have a friend now.”

A friend? I guess “imaginary friends” don’t count then. Maybe having a friend won’t be so bad. Especially if it will lead me closer to my mom and an explanation of why this even happened to me.

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