"She'sin rough shape," Airea says as she gathers her colorful assortmentof bottles and returns them to her teal wooden cabinet.
A glasswindow displays more bottles of all different sizes and shapes. Sheturns and motions us out of the room.
"I don't know how elseto explain it to you," she says as she closes the door, "so I amjust going to give you the full run down. The girl is a mess, and notin just a physical sense, but we'll start there. The DNA resultswill be returned to me in a few weeks, I will let you know as soon asI know if she is truly your sibling or not.
'She has some majorhead trauma. Many bones in her body, especially her fingers and toeshave been broken, more than once. Some have healed, but are crooked.The tip of her thumb on the left hand is missing. She has long weltsup and down her back from what I can assume are lacerations. She alsohas burn marks on the back of her neck, behind her ears and on theinside of her thighs."
Tears slowly start to stream down myface. Airea politely ignores them and continues.
"The physicalabuse pales in comparison to her mental state. She's been subjectedto some pretty harsh abuse, I suspect SRA."
The look ofconfusion on Ben and I's face suggests that she might need to explainfurther.
"SRA is Satanic Ritual Abuse. It's used mostly toinduce complete control of the mind. They use their subjects as aweapon, or a sex slave, or just a puppet in general. In her case shewas trained to be an assassin, but some of her personas are alsoresults from Beta Kitten programming -sex slave programming."
Togather myself I walk towards her large living room window. Thethought of what my sister has been through begins to settle into mystomach and threatens to force up my lunch.
"In the last 24hours since you left her here with me I have met four of her alterpersonas. You must never use the name Bella around her, ever. Isuggest you forget that name altogether. That alter is deep seededand blood thirsty. For your blood in particular, Anna, though shewould have no problem spilling someone else's to get to you. You mustnever ever use that name again, understood?"
I nod out thewindow without turning to look at her. A cloudy memory stings deep asthe echo of her name bounced around the whirlwind of depression thatblurs my thinking. Her face was more plump in my faint memories ofher. Happy carelessness radiated from her smile. Bella was wild andcare free. She was never the dainty type like the name ensued.
"Good. Now her other personalities are, for the most part,harmless. Dutchess is a motherly figure. She's nurturing, though Iwouldn't leave any kids in her care. She's nurturing, but stern.Too stern. Aggressive, if you don't mind her. There's Katy, but shelikes to be called Kat. That's her sex kitten alter. Much like a cat,she's very sensual and craves to be touched. She will have sex withanything or anyone at any time. They create sex crazed personas formen who basically want a living sex doll. These kind of slaves aretaught to enjoy sexual abuse. Their handlers enjoy abusing theirslaves and they usually enjoy it more if they beg for it...but Idigress.'
'Her fourth and final persona that I have found is achild. Her name is Izzie. This one is triggered by pain or fear. Ifshe receives any pain outside of her kitten persona she regressesinto an 10 year old girl named Izzie. Izzie is timid and fearful, butyour typical 10 year old. I would suggest we keep her in that personabecause it's the safest. It's pretty easy to trigger her, apinch, a prick something with minor pain. We must avoid using thenames 'Katy, Bella, and Duchess.' If she gets out of hand, yell theword sleep as you cover your face with your hand. Pull your hand awayfrom your face and close your fingers together with your eyes closed.That's the sign language for sleep. She will go into a trance, anempty pocket, if you will. There she will wait for furtherinstructions."
Aria gives us a moment to recover ourthoughts.
"Any questions?"
I shake my head no, knowing Ican't handle anymore information at this point.
"Is shesafe," Ben asks quietly.
"As long as we avoid her triggers,she will be okay. She's very damaged, almost irreparable."
"Shehas no hope of recovery," he presses.
"She's far beyond myability to heal. She would have to go to a psychologist, anexperienced psychologist, one that has experience inmulti-personality disorders. The thing with that is, they will belooking for her, I am sure. A hospital wouldn't be the place to go.I'd look into finding a psychologist in a private practice. Onethat only accepts cash. If you find one, use a fake name," sheinsists.
"Well then, where will she go," headdresses.
"That's something else I wanted to talk to youabout. Anna," she began sheepishly.
I turn and face her.
"Ican keep her for a few more days, but I can't keep her herepermanently. This place is small enough with me and big ol' Burkeclunking around. She needs space, her own room. A place to feel safe.Large males are not exactly the best company for her," sheimplies.
"I'll take her, Aria, no worries. You have alreadydone more than enough. I don't know how to thank you for all yourhelp," I confide.
"I don't mind at all dear, I will doanything I can to help that poor girl. I just want what's best forboth of you. I think it would do her some good to be around someoneshe can relate too. She cannot be left alone though. She must be on24 hour watch," she warns.
"Anna, how can you take her? Youlive in a small apartment barely big enough for you. It's notexactly the best idea to bring her to a small living space when wedon't know what she is capable of," Ben interjects.
"She'snot a savage. I'll talk to Mrs. Cunningham, knowing her she will doall she can to help us out. Maybe she will be able to move us to atwo bedroom apartment. The place I am at now offers two bedroomapartments downstairs," I argue.
"I know you will figure thisout, Anna. I have faith in you," Aria assures.
"I'll beable to keep her until you figure things out, but do your bestquickly."
I nod in agreement.
I walk back to the closeddoor and crack it open to peek into the well lit room and see mybroken sister curled up on the small sofa in Aria's window room,sleeping.
"I'll do right by her," I whisper.
