Rina Kasotome

I can’t help but feel a deep reassurance that someone like Edward Thompson is inside me. To know that there is someone there who is watching out for me. It’s… nice. I don’t feel like I’m talking to no one when I talk to him anymore. I feel like he actually hears me and is helping me along somehow.

But to know that someone like Terrance Stone is also inside me, makes me feel scared. It seems like when he is out, the black outs last longer. I would prefer that Edward take control longer than Terrance, but it never seems to end that way.

Dr. Kinless tells me that Terrance really wants to be free. I tell him that I wish I knew how to let him go without taking my body with him. He also says I should stop talking to Edward. I tell him that I don’t think I can do that.

The days go by and I keep visiting Dr. Kinless. I learned that there were two other personalities within me. The one that was of particular interest to me was a girl personality named Rina Kasotome.

(more…)

Edward Thompson

“What can you tell me about Edward Thompson?”

I woke up in my padded room. I had blacked out again. I have no idea what happened. I hoped Dr. Kinless was OK. All I remember is being strapped to the chair and the guards and the nurses and…

I love the drugs. I don’t particularly like the memory lapses, but I do like that the drugs keep me from doing anything I wouldn’t be proud of. I guess it really doesn’t matter. I never remember what happened during the in-between time. I think it’s better that way. There’s always some force inside that, when it is all over, tells me it is going to be alright. Kind of like a father figure.

I can’t say that I had much of that. My real father died. My mother remarried when I was 9, and he wasn’t a very good father. I think it was during that time that these memory lapses began. It started off small. I imagined my ideal father and eventually I began to talk to him. Maybe I was trying to talk to God. I don’t know. My step dad was always gone and if he was around, he was incredibly stressed.

(more…)