Conversations

Conversations

Screaming, shrieking, it's begun again. Yelling, hollering, none of us want to die. Sobbing, crying, wailing, weeping, all have a different reaction to the news. Back to the doctor. He's sending us back to the one who will kill us, the one who will somehow make us whole, make us one. BUT WHAT IF WE DON'T WANT TO BE ONE? No one asked us, no one cares. We don't fit into what they call 'normal' so now we must run and hide. We are all individuals! What does it matter if we all live in the same body? Anyone with the eyes to see knows we're different. Our posture, our way of speaking, it all changes, depending. And they want to kill us! Some of us even like each other. Please, I don't want to go! I'll die! Eaten up by the core, eaten up by the one who has slept so many years. I've worked so hard to protect it, but this is to be our repayment? NO! We like ourselves as we are -- most of us-- so why should we change? What if we don't like who we are, this amalgam monstrosity? Let us be me!

I never asked for this, you know. We weren't born this way. This was done to us. But now that we have finally found balance, have found how to be happy, NOW THEY WANT TO DESTROY IT ALL! They say the doctor, he just wants to help --I suppose he probably does... But he's still thinking of Sybil-like book deals... What about when Rabbit Howls? We could do that-- but he can't! Not without destroying what we have worked so hard for. I don't want to die. I DON'T WANT TO DIE! I don't want to die! I do not want to die. I want to be me. I want to be left alone. I love Sinful, but we don't want to be the same person. How many are we? Enough, child. Majority has it, we will not go. We will run again. Hide again, like when we were young, but this time they cannot find us at the school. We will go further away. To Canada? TOO COLD. Europe? Yes, there, we will go there.

Who wants to be normal? Not us. We are individuals and taken alone, no one would call any one of us insane. Almost any one. But together, no one one even hesitates. Thank God for IM's, we have friends, each of us, our own friends. But now what? Now that some would meet us in the flesh. We'd have to explain what we are, but we want to meet them. And now we have to run again. We might never see them. I'm lonely. Don't you think that's odd coming from one of us? Hush, no need to be cruel. It was just a joke. It wasn't funny! Shut, up. STOP ARGUING! WE HAVE TO GO NOW! He is correct. Let's go!