The Backstory of Doctor J. Posie

The Doctor

A bit violent at points with strong language, please be advised

Trigger warning: There are mentions of abuse, neglect, and injuries. If this bothers you, please do not read this story.

I understand I used a stereotypical scenario for schizophrenia. I also understand that the voices rarely beg for violence. This was just a scene I created. I do not intend to offend anyone.

Posie and her companion, Ghost, have been on the run for over twenty years. They had traveled from state to state, evading the law quite easily. They never stayed in the same place for more than one day to a week.

You'd think that money would be a struggle, but it wasn't. In the late 30s, Posie had a run-in with a gang. They were part of the black market and had heard of her story. The black market needed doctors logged throughout the country. She received payment, hospitality, and a list of targets every three months. These targets were to be dissected and studied. Their organs were sent throughout the country to people who needed them or to be sold.

Ghost continued radar work. She patrolled the local area, watched the news channels, and listened to the radio. They stayed in a countless number of small towns, away from prying eyes.

It was a lot of work to keep the little freedom they had, but it kept Posie's mind off of her condition. It was for the best that she didn't have much time to freely think.

One unfortunate night, the police had discovered them. Ghost began firing her gun and they fired back. Posie grabbed her spellbook, preparing to kill all of those brutes without a second thought. She was bitter towards them, she wanted to keep her freedom so badly. No matter what it cost, she would never let them take it from her again.

She dodged several of the bullets and signaled Ghost. They fled out the backdoor and she pressed a tracker, sending a signal to the black market's headquarters.

Posie and Ghost planned to hide in the alleyway until their ticket out arrived.

"Are you hurt, Ghost?" Posie asked.

Ghost didn't respond.

Posie turned to her and gasped. Ghost had been shot in her stomach, chest, and back. "No! Ghost, please!" She pleaded.

Ghost lifted her hand to Posie's face and smiled. Blood rolled down her chin. "I love you, Doc. You know I do, right?" Ghost rasped. Posie nodded and held her hand. "W-why do you have to be the one to leave?" She whimpered. "Why can't it be me?" Tears spilled over and streamed down her cheeks.

"Because you have more of a purpose than I do," Ghost gave Posie her famous grin before closing her eyes. "It's my time, Doc," she kissed Posie's hand, stilling.

A shrill cry echoed through the neighborhood.

"GHOST!"

Posie stared out the car window, tired of crying. The black market sent out a team to retrieve her and take her to a new location.

The streets went by in a blur. They traveled for hours. "Where are we going exactly?" Posie asked. "We're going to-" the driver started before stopping. "What's the matter?" She looked up and noticed a police cruiser was blocking their path. "Shit... sneak your way into the trunk, please. Hide under the floor. I'll get you out when it's safe," he said. She nodded and followed his instructions.