My psycho side

Maya surfaces

   A/N I know the chapter before  may come of as weird or maybe not making complete sense like some comments that have been thrown at me say but it's what makes the story.

     Camaya may seem to be calm right now even after entering the very four walls that will continue to haunt her for the rest of her life but we all have different ways of copying with trauma or whatever demon that haunts us. Me and Camaya have one thing in common and that is the fact that our brains seem to shut us out of basically everything. It's it's own way of mechanism and it helps us escape the tragic world.

   Continue reading and the story will come to make more sense.

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    I feel his breath on my neck, thick and heavy and he whispers in my ears. "Told you i would take that dress off you." He says and starts to kiss me eagerly with desperation. With one hand on my mouth and the other fumbling with my dress, i try my hardest to fight for the life of what's left of me but it's all in vain. I feel his hard length penetrate me and cry at the shooting pain that follows. To him, this is just sex or fun or whatever but to me this was the only thing i had left and he took it away. Not in the best way either.

    I awaken with a sweaty and trembling body. It was all a dream. No nightmare. I only realise the room is dark and that sinking feeling resurfaces. Locked in these four walls, the very four walls my virginity was robbed, in the dark makes my insides shrink. I start to panic, my breathing hollow, heavy and fast. Like a heavy rock was put on my chest.

   My entire body is sweating and trembling tremendously and it seems i won't live to see another day. Imagines of Jeff hovering over me and whispering filthly words in my ears make their way to my mind. His hands roaming all over me, his lips on every spot. I frantically start to scratch my body trying to get rid of the filth i feel over his touch not bothering about the dark am in.

  My nails dig into my skin tearing it open and blood starts to ooze out. I don't even care the slightest. I scratch at every spot i possibly can. My legs, arms, face, thighs anywhere possible. I tug at my hair roughly wishing i could pull it all out. I only realise I've been crying and shouting the whole time when someone opens the door and rushes to me sitting between the bed and the bedside drawer.

   I don't get to see whoever that is that rushed into the room because before i know it, am knocked out not before having a splitting headache.

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    Been a really long time since i came back.

  "She's not waking up. It's been more than 24hrs. Are you sure she's fine." A distant voice says and a much deeper one replies.

   "She's fine Mrs. Orlando. She should be awake anytime soon."

   I move my eyes but i can't seem to open them.

  "Look, her eyes faltered just now." The deeper voice says. I don't recognize any of the voices am hearing but that's not my concern right now. Why can't i open my fucking eyes? Why do i feel a lot of pain? Everything seems so fucking painful.

   After a five minute struggle, i finally manage to open my eyes cussing at the bright lights above me. On my left stands a woman in her mid fifties a brunette with black eyes and seems to be about 6'0. She's quite tall for her age. 

   To my right stands a man with dark brown eyes and shinny black hair with scrubs on and a stethoscope hunging around his neck. Doctor. Why do i always seem to wake or end up in a hospital? What does Camaya keep doing?

  You heard right. I know about Camaya's existence but she doesn't know and i prefer to keep it that way. She's safer if she doesn't know about my existence. I had had doubts on why i always seemed to have blank memories in some events of my life. I thought maybe i heard some problem in the head but when i went to the doctor, it wasn't the case.

   I then accidentally landed on an article about split personality and it's symptoms and decided to look it up. I found all the answers and from her diary, everything was confirmed. I now wonder what happened to Camaya that she seems to have ended up in a hospital.

   "You're awake dear. How are you feeling? Do you feel any kind of pain?" Who the fuck is this woman? She's a talkative hag.

  Sitting up with a whole lot of struggle but some help from the doctor and the old hag, i reply sternly. Not in the mood of a chit chat.

  "I am great considering am in a hospital and just woke up. Where's Larry?" I stare at the lady's eyes with a bored expression.

   "Ahm your...your dad's probably on his way." She seems shocked and keeps blinking numerous times.

   "He's not my dad and don't ever call him my dad." I turn to the doctor.

   "I need to go home. Get me the discharge papers." He looks alarmed too.

   "You can't go home just yet. You sustained a lot of injuries and you need..."

  "Listen here smart ass, i don't have the time for all of this. Ok, since you won't let me go home the formal way. I'll leave on my own." I cut through his sentence. He's giving me a headache.

  I remove the IV connected to my left hand and enter the bathroom that's just a few steps ahead and hear the two mumbling.

   "Did she take a hit to the head?" The old lady asks.

   "I've no idea." He answers with a drag of the word 'no'.

  I change into a sweatpant and jumper i find in one of the drawers. The clothes are baggy but they will do for now. I tie my ridiculously long hair into a messy bun. I honestly wonder why Camaya kept her hair this long. I need a hair cut. I make a mental note on doing just that but first i need to get to Larry.

   I walk out the bathroom and find a man with shinny black hair and black orbs for eyes sitting on the bed. He seems to be in his late twenties. Old man.

   "I heard you want to leave..." I raise my hand stopping him mid sentence. I fold my hands and look at him.

   "Who the hell are you?" He seems taken aback. He just stares at me for a while before snapping back into reality.

  "What kind of joke is this? I am not in the mood for your antics Camaya."

  "It's Maya not Camaya."

  "Are you fine? Does your head hurt Camaya?"

  "For the last time old guy, i am not Camaya. It's MAYA, get that through your thick skull."

   "What did you just call me? Repeate that i dare you." He threatens. How i like such people.

  "What? Old guy or do you..."

  He tries to slap me but i am faster. I grab his hand and twist it behind him.

  "Don't you dare try that again. I will kill you the next time you try it." I slowly say in his ear and push him to the bed after a little twist to his hand.

  He lands with a thud on the bed and snaps his body back up and starts cussing me whilst rubbing his sore hand.

  I head for the door with a satisfied smirk on my lips but before i can open the door, i notice the ring on my finger. What the...

  What the hell happened to Camaya. Did she get engaged? To whom? Why? For what reason? Why? How? When? The fuck.

A/N Sorry for the suspense.