The Story of Tikay-Marie

'Til Death Do Us Part: An Alternative

In honor of +2k reads I have posted an alternative ending....

"Tikay?"

I was sitting on my bed and staring out the large window to the left of me. It was a bright clear day, so I figured that I'd let the sun light up my room. My room had white walls, a white bed with white sheets in the center of the room and a plain white desk to the right of me against the corner, along with a wooden easel in the left corner. Across from my bed, was a closet. To the left of the closet, I had my own bathroom. I wore a white tank top and white cargo pants. I hated the hospital wear. I was on the Extremist ward so I had no choice but to wear the white scrubs but my behavior improved and they switched my therapist so I got moved to the Mentalist ward right above. Johnson was sitting on my desk reading his favorite book, Scary Stories To Tell in the Dark. If I - in his words - misbehave, I'll have one of the stories replaying in my head all night but, with his own demented twists.

"Tikay." she said again. "We have to begin your session for the day."

I got up to answer open my door but before I did I looked around the room it needed to be fixed up a bit. I had colored pencils, brushes, cups of tinted water and paint, papers and canvases everywhere. "Five minutes, Ms. Sheppardson." I began to pick my art utensils up and I looked at Johnson. He was split right down the middle. One side all sunshine and rainbows, the other dark and demonizing.

"Why does she make it seem like you have a choice in therapy. You want to have yourself over analyzed by a stranger for over $1,000. GO AHEAD! Just know you can come to me for free."

"Johnson, please." I hung my head back and sighed. "You always get like this anytime she comes in here. I HAVE TO TALK TO HER. We agreed that she was the only one I could talk to. Besides if it wasn't for her I would still be an Extremist and we don't want to go back. Do we?" 

"I don't know..." he sang. "Although very restricting, I kind of miss Ibi."

Arthur had multiple personality disorder and Ibi was the worst personality. He and Johnson were like twins. Johnson would only let me out of my room when Ibi was around. Mainly because Ibi liked to abuse me.

"Besides it's OK to let my rage out down there. Here, it's LArCeNY or AGgRAVatED AsSauLT!"

I heard another knock on the door and threw my wood palette on the bed. I made my way to open the door. I was greeted with her smile as she walked in. I could practically feel Johnson's eyes roll.

"New piece?" she pointed towards the easel.

  "Yup."

She continued to walk around the room. She stopped at my desk and did this spin until she was facing me again. "Well... let's get started." Shep had sat in the fabric chair that was pushed in under my desk and I had sat on my freshly made bed. Johnson stood behind her.

"Is he in the room?" Shep asked me. Johnson tapped dance and flailed his arms as obnoxious as possible.

"Yes, he is sitting right next to me." I lied as I forced a smile.

"Ok." she smiled. 

"Oh my god she will eat anything that you put on the floor." he practically shouted in Shep's ear.

"Tikay, are you sure you made the right decision?" Shep questioned me. 

"When I first arrived, I was just so broken. I hated it here. I hated everyone for locking me in a room with something that had been haunting me my whole life. In a room with no escape. You know.. he wasn't even there. I didn't see him for the first 3 months. That's why I took the medication. You weren't there to watch me or torture me. I felt safe."