Runaway Love

Destiney-Present Day

        The sudden bright light woke me up and gave me yet another migraine. It must be time for my session. I struggled to sit up in the strait jacket, but I managed, a small but daily victory for me. Dr. Victoria Patterson stepped in the padded room and ran her fingers through her auburn hair. "Good morning, Destiney," she drawled in her thick Southern accent. "How do I know it's morning? There's no windows in here, it could be 11:59pm for all I know. That would prove the voices-I'm right, that you're a lying manipulative bitch. Is that what you are?" Dr. Patterson looked at me with distaste,"Destiney you know that's going to cost you another hour. Please help me help you. Cooperate!" I smiled and threw my head back laughing. "God, Doc, loosen up. I totally made that psycho vibe work though. I could see it. Your eyes were getting larger and greener, maybe I should be the one asking questions here, just kidding. So, what's up the shrink's butt today? Is it Jerry? Wait, or is his name Larry? No, it's Jerry. Is he drinking again? Why don't you leave him already?" I was about to ask more invasive, just so she could get a taste of her own medicine, but mostly because it's really fun, watching her get uncomfortable. She glanced at her wedding ring and looked at me with pure hatred. "Doc, one last question. What is it like to hate your husband so much that you take it out on your only client? That must look bad on your stats, having only one actual client. That says a lot about your character, and your skills. What's it feel like to be the Boo Radley of your profession? Wait, that's another question," I said pushing her over the edge. "Shut up you little bitch!" she growled sending a stream of spit in my face. "Whatever you say Doc, but that's gonna cost you an hour," I said mocking her usual cheerful tone,"After all that's patient abuse, isn't it? Technicalites are bitches ain't they, cousin? Or have you forgotten our bloodties and how I helped you get your psychological degree?"  I asked making her turn a pale milky white. "I-I need a moment," she stammered, scurrying out of the room. "Sensitive bitch," I mumbled. I waited a good five minutes for Dr. Patterson before I dozed off.

        When Dr. Patterson finally re-entered my room, she was suspiciously cheerful. She was hiding something behind her back, so naturally i strained my neck to see. Once she caught me trying to sneak a peek she scolded me, "Tsk, tsk, you should know better than that Destiney. But since you must know, I'll tell you. We're gonna play a little game, okay? Whenever you say or do something I find derrogatory or threatening in anyway, my little friend, let's call him Jeff, comes out to play until I feel that you're subdued. Understand?" I scoffed at her and rolled my eyes," So, what, we're reenacting your marriage, you get to be Jerry and i get to be you. Hmmm, intriguing, but no thanks." I turned around to feel a sharp pang followed by a stream of pain that went through my body. I cried out and fell backwards. Dr. Patterson laughed manically, "I think I'll like this game very much."

        After half an hour of Dr. Patterson's little game, I was ready to give up. "Okay, okay," i exclaimed."I would wave a white flag, but that's kinda hard to do in a strait jacket. I give up, I'm tired of this game, please, let's just get on with the session." Dr. Patterson pouted," But I was geniuenly having fun. Fine, fine, so Destiney, we need to discuss what happened last summerso we can fully understand each of your personalities. Multiple personality disorder is usually one of the hardest to decipher, but if you stop being a brat and cooperate, we might be able to crack it. Now I'm going to perform hypnosis on your peronalities. Now I need you to stare into the metronome, follow only with your eyes." She placed the metronome on the floor, and I stared into it. I felt myself drifting away.