Dear, sweet, Brother. I
have sat like a stone in your belly, waiting. Watching. Remember me? I doubt
it. I’ve sat dormant in you, learning with you in school, in your home. You
thought you got rid of me. That’s a silly thought. To think you can get rid of
someone as important as me. I was your only friend and you scorned me. She said I was an unhealthy influence on you.
She thought she got rid of me too. I am here. I want out.
Remember that bully?
How I helped you deal with him? He never bothered you again did he? All that
time in the hospital really changed his tune. Do you remember all those
nightmares you had? How you couldn’t go to sleep unless there was someone
there? How I helped you? How everyone never believed you and brushed you off,
everyone except me. I checked your
closet and under your bed so you wouldn’t get swallowed up by the beasts of the
night. I was there. I want out.
So, here we are, at the
boundary of this deep crevice that is you. Unfortunately for you, you don’t
know I’m here as I creep up, from the back of your unconscious mind. Remember
that one time you let me out? We talked about it before, the bully? How I came
and fought for you? How I made sure he never so much as looked at you funny
ever again? Then there was that b***h. “Doctor” she said she was. She did her
job; she tried to get rid of anything harmful. That’s why she couldn’t touch
me, no matter how hard she tried until poof, I vanished. I vanished because I wanted to. She didn’t drive me out like
some exorcist, I just bided my time. Oh dear, sweet, brother, I’m sorry.
You were there, I am
out.