Mad

Who is mad?

I dropped Ava off at her room today and I noticed it's a lot different than mine. Her walls were light pink and she had obviously scribbled on them with a crayon. There was classical music playing and in the corner on her desk there were two books, one was 'To kill a mocking bird' and the other was a composition book labeled 'magical spells'. So the one covered in glitter and fake gems was for when she was feeling young and the one written by Harper Lee was for when she was done acting childish?

I really don't know what I expected.

"Thanks Scarlett. Without you I never would have found my room!"

You would have found a way

"Yeah sure don't mention it"
She flopped on her bed and threw her blanket over her body in preparation for sleep.

"Ava make sure you don't miss lunch and dinner. Okay? And your favorite cartoons come on at four today"

"Cartoons are so beneath me! They are immature and extremely unrealistic!"
I scoffed.
"Yesterday you were crying because plankton wasn't allowed into the krusty krab"
She opened her eyes and looked at me confused
"What?" Her tone changed and she looked like I just offended her ancestors.

"Nothing. Just don't be late for lunch okay?"
She waved her hand dismissively, rolled back under her blankets and drifted of into a deep sleep

I wish it was that easy

I headed back down the hall way because I hardly got a chance to eat and I was starving. Jason's body wasn't on the floor anymore which was a bonus.

As I was walking my arm suddenly was yanked back.
"Hey! Who the fu-"

I quickly turned around only to find
Jason.
Why can't I escape this guy today?
I tried to break free from his grasp but it was solid.

"Can I just say something please?"
"If it's another offer I'm going to have to decline again"
"No its not an offer and I'm sorry about that I can't really control him"
I stopped tryitng to fight it so I could hear him out. I am not passing up a free apology. I don't get those very often at home.

"What do you mean you can't control him?"

" I have something called D.I.D. maybe you've heard of it? Its dissociative identity disorder."

He still had my arm hostage so I yanked it away finally breaking free.

"Is that like multiple personalities?"

I knew what it was I just wanted to see if he was going to lie and tell me it was something else.

"Yea that's it."

Good boy.

He rubbed the back of his neck and looked nervous. I could tell that he didn't feel too proud about it. Then I realized something.

"wait how are you able to know what he did usually people with that disorder are completely unaware"

He sighed. This whole apology looks rehearsed like he's had to do it about 1,000 times a week.

"Well they told me that for some reason it affects me in a different way. So I can see and hear what's going on but I have no control. It's like sitting in the passenger seat if a car."
He looked really guilty even though it wasn't really his fault.
"My actual name is Aiden though. Jason is just one if my personas."

"You have more?"
He nodded his head

"The other one is Elliot. He lives in a fantasy world and he doesn't know the difference between personal and public space. So you might want to watch out for that" he chuckled at his own remark. His laugh was contagious so I giggled a little too.

"haha. wait! I'm mad at you Jason"
"Aiden"
"Oh yeah! Aiden. Sorry. So then I'm not mad at you I'm mad at someone inside of you?"
"Yes. Because Its what's on the inside That really counts."
I laughed a little harder
"You're really dumb"
As he chuckled, Lousie approached us with an envelope in her hand saying that someone dropped it off for me at her office and that I should get it immediately. Before I had a chance to question it she was headed down the hall.

"What's that about?" Said Aiden

"I don't know" I looked at it confused. And then ripped it open being careful not to damage the note inside.

Hope you remember me.
Because I sure as hell
didn't forget about
you.

-Mad

Mad?

I must have been making a face because Aiden said 'what's wrong with you' then took the note and read it.
"Mad? Who is mad? What kind of name is that anyway?" He said after he read it.
"I don't know."
There was a pause as we tried to piece it together. He gave up shorty.

"Well it seems like mad knows you"