Anthology. Robert Deshaies
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make out wh—.
Ugh. What. Wh-where am I? I c-can’t see. Wait, am I talking to myself?
“Norman?”
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeeep.
“Norman! Norman, you gotta wake up!”
As my eyes slowly began to open, the light pierced them, and I was blinded. I was lost. I didn’t know anything. The question I wanted to ask, I’d most likely get the answer to in a second. It was coming back now. Why-why am I thinking so clearly? As I looked around, I saw that I was in a white room. It l-looked padded…heavily.
“Norman, son. You’ve been out for quite some time. I’m going to need you to listen to this. Don’t wrestle against the restraints either, son. They’re only to keep you from harming yourself. Norman, what do you remember? What do you remember before waking up just now?”
I wanted to speak, but my voice felt heavy. It was staying down in my throat. I wanted it to come out. I wanted to talk, and they were waiting. They were just staring…so soullessly. No, it’s him. It’s them. No. No. No. Get me out of here. Please. No. He’s…he’s…!
“Norman, calm down! You will only hurt yourself. Listen to us, Norman. Do you remember who we are?”
Finally, my voice returned.
“Mr. Jacket! Mr. Jacket! Get away. Get away!”
“Norman, who is Mr. Jacket? My name is Dr. Mark, and this is Nurse Billy. Dr. Valarie has been doing the rotations with me. You kept yelling our names in your sleep, son. You’ve been asleep for…well, it’s been quite some time.”
I looked to see this man move to open the windows to my room.
“What are you doing? Stop, please.”
“Norman, I need you to see this. Hopefully, this will bring some memories back.”
As he opened up the window, I saw an ocean of black—a starry abyss. I…I’m in space. I looked to the “doctors,” and I felt scared. I…I didn’t know whether to ask if all this was real or… Oh god, I am insane. I’ve…space.
“Doc, are…are we in space?”
He made a quick glance over to Dr. Valarie, who had just entered my room.
“Norman, please. Let me explain.”
“Then explain, Doc! Can’t you see I’m losing it here!”
I was practically pulling my eyes out. Why won’t anyone just give me a straight fucking answer!
“Norman, you’re on the United Continents Lunar Institute for the Mentally Ill (UCLIMI). You’ve been here since your psychotic break in July 2147. You murdered your two brothers at the age of ten without recollection of ever taking action. Your name was Benjamin before that incident. That break then formed two completely new rogue identities. You have chosen Norman, on most occasions, to remain in control as your primary personality. After years of observation here, we have discovered that you have DID, an extreme variation. Son, you have three distinct personalities who know nothing about one another. You are in this cell for one reason only. That reason is because of your third personality and most deadly identity. Think of him as the…well, the proverbial monster under the bed. The dark id. It calls itself Mr. Jacket, and Jacket is a relentless, merciless, manipulative, obsessed individual who will stop at nothing to slaughter any and everything around it. That’s why you’re here, Norman. It’s for your protection and the protection of others. You went catatonic for quite some time. Almost twelve months. We believed it was your consciousness battling for control on the inside. We found high and extremely hyperdeveloped brain activity during your coma. This indicated intense and vivid dreaming. I’m truly sorry that after all this time, we haven’t found any way to help, son. I really am.”
Speechless, one could say I was. The funny thing? At that moment, it wasn’t much of a surprise. I wasn’t sweating. I wasn’t scared. I actually laughed. After that, I was not really sure. My mind vibrated off sounds of screaming, and I felt warm liquid over my body. There were echoes of pleading, and I was watching it all happen. I was helpless to stop it. I saw lights blaring red, and my ears were ringing with sirens, but it was a distant echo. The door closed to my room, and it was painted freshly red, black, Caucasian, African, Asian, Native, and white. I walked to the window to see the big blue ball in the floating abyss, and I knew the reflection…
Starry black eyes. How beautiful.
“Thank you for finally letting me out, Norman.”
Fin
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