Indigo Rising

Chapter 1

   The front door made a loud squeak as she passed through it. Living in a run down, dilapidated building was slowly driving her crazy. "How's a girl supposed to live like this.", Maya said out loud to no one, but still received an answer. "Well, when you're running and hiding you can't exactly live a life of luxury, especially since you have so little money to take, isn't that what you always say." She moved towards the mirror in the hall and looked at her reflection, staring at her smooth chocolate skin, beautiful afro of curls, and full lips and feeling Indigo’s smirk in her mind’s eye. Indigo always had a smart comment coming out of her mouth, which always irritated her.

   I know what you’re thinking, “Who’s Indigo?” Simply put, I’m Indigo. I’m Maya as well. We have Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) or multiple personalities. I say I was here first, but she swears I'm the one that encroached on her "territory", but I hate to argue with myself, so I don't. “Running and hiding is the only way to keep us out of jail.” I replied. I mean we would look good in orange but being stuck behind bars isn't my cup of tea and if ‘Orange is the New Black’ represents prison life in any way, I can tell you now, it wouldn't work. I went to my bedroom and got ready for bed. It had been a long day at work and another long day was coming up. 

  Pulling into the parking lot of the small diner, I moved to the back area. I hated this place but once again I have no choice. Working as a waitress wasn't exactly the “thing” I loved to do but it paid the bills and people didn't really care to ask personal questions about the waitress while passing through. I placed my things in my locker and walked out to the counter, greeting some regulars who lived nearby, who were already sipping the harsh black coffee as the order up bell was being dinged. Seeing some people being seated in my section, I grabbed my notepad and headed their way. "Hello, I'm Maya and I'm your waitress for the day...", I started the usual spiel for the long day ahead. 

  Following my uneventful workday, I headed to my, even more, uneventful home. Having no friends and no family made my life very monotonous. It was very depressing but having my history made things difficult. I tried before to make friends with someone, but they just used it against me until I had to resort to the same measures as always. This is when I stopped hating Indigo and started seeing her more as a necessary evil rather than an enemy. Indigo was always there to fix all my problems, every mistake I made being naïve, Indigo did her best to fix and recede back into the recesses of our mind. However, a new problem soon arose which was Indigo’s lust for all things dangerous, which led to even more drama. 

   I once tried to end it all, but I awoke days later, by myself with no friends, no family and no Indigo. I could still feel her but she wouldn’t reply. Seemingly, what I wanted but this just made me even more alone than before. When Indigo finally spoke, I cried. Someone was around again, I had felt true loneliness and never wanted to feel that way again, hence the boring present.