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I woke up to the familiar sight of light in the hospital room. But my arms hurt. I looked at them and saw that they were red.
I was used to the scars, but it was like the scars reopened. I had no clue how though.
Dr. Lynch walked in and saw my arms and asked what happened. I told him that I had no clue, I had just woken up and felt my
arms hurting and saw the redness.
He immediately sent a nurse in to clean the cuts and bandage my arms. After the arms had been clean Dr. Lynch could see what
caused the cuts. Scratch marks.
I looked over at Dr. Lynch and could see that he was deep in thought, I started to wonder what he was thinking. Did he know
something that I didn’t? Could he tell me how, or more importantly, why I was like this? Before I could ask him he started
to talk.
“Kim,” he said, “I believe that in your sleep you were scratching yourself, in an attempt to either rid
yourself of the inner struggle you seem to be having. Or something much much worse.
“I think that you may be hurting yourself in your sleep. I believe that this is your attempt to tell me something. I’m
not sure yet what it is you are trying to tell me,” He paused for a moment as if thinking of the many possibilities.
“I would like to try something with you. Hypnosis. I think that there is something, or someone, inside of you trying
to make your own life miserable. I’m starting to believe that this dream you had wasn’t a dream but just you talking
to yourself. I have noticed in your sleep during my check-ups on you that you will suddenly just sit up. I think that you
sitting up symbolizes that something else is trying to control your body.”
I sat there trying to take this all in. He just told me that he believes that there is another person inside of me. I didn’t
understand. How could there be another person inside of me. I’m only eight, I’m a single person. I just wish that
I could have that dream again. That I could get past the part that I was at. That I could find the answers, that I could solve
the mystery of my life and try to live on.
Once again my mind drifted back to my father. Where had he disappeared? It scared me not to know where he was. Or what he
was planning.
The rest of the day I just sat there. Trying to understand everything that Dr. Lynch told me. And yet I kept hearing a voice
in my head. It kept whispering to me. I could barely hear it but I knew exactly what it was saying. “Scratch…
scratch… cut… bleed… die. You caused all this and now you need to die… die… bleed… cut…
scratch.” Just over and over. Suddenly I couldn’t take it anymore and screamed at the top of my lungs.
Dr. Lynch ran in and asked what was wrong.
I woke up in a room that was dark. I looked around, no windows. Looked at my body and I was strapped to the table.
What happened before I got here?
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