Short+Story+-+Conflict+between+two+people

This is so difficult. Being a person that has a multiple personality disorder. Getting picked on in school for what is wrong with you, but that was when I was little. They never left me alone. Sometimes I wonder if it is working. I am so afraid to talk to my therapist about what is going on with me. Sometimes I just want to scream. I have no one who understands me. My parents I go home and the are never there it seems. They wouldn't be because I am a grown up. I forget a lot of things. I think that plays into my multiple personalities disorder. My father and mother are still living, but my mother is in a psychiatric hospital. I have a younger sister who is nine and an older brother who is nineteen when this happened to me, but now my sister is twenty one and my brother is thirty one, and I am twenty four. So yes I am the middle child. Ever since I was a little girl I knew that there was something wrong with me, but no one would listen to me. If they would have listen to me then I might be a lot better off then I am now. Well we will go over how I got this way. Yeah I was like this when I was going through my teen years. Oh, excuse me my name is Alexis Ann. I am not going to tell you my last name yet because I am not sure sure if I can trust you yet. See I just forgot to introduce myself. Well here it goes me explaining my boring and pathetic life. Well I think its that but you may not. What did this to me was probably that my mother tried to kill me but that was when I was twelve. My father knew that it was coming, because he always knew she was crazy. What he didn't know was that she would try killing me. That broke his heart when he got home and he seen an ambulance out front of our old farm house. He told me when he seen that he didn't know what to expect. He thought that something really bad happened to me. I got really bad asthma. That's why he was worried. Where my mother stabbed me at was at least maybe a little less than an inch from my lung. Well its still painful to talk about. I have a scar underneath my second to last rib. She stabbed me with a hunting knife. They are meant to go through everything. Even bone. I hate talking about this because sometimes when i do talk about it. It just still hurts. I have even worse asthma than I did before this happened.

Now twelve years earlier, "Mom put the knife down"

"No, its the only way I can save you. I don't want you to be taken away from me. Not ever dear." She said.

"Mommy please you are really starting to scare me", I say crying until my eyes were beginning to get dry that they hurt.

"No!" she said.

She starts coming after me with the hunting knife. My eyes were beginning to hurt like a million bee stings all at once because I was crying so much. Molly my little sister is at her friends house. I kept on saying this in my head "Thank God Molly isn't here to see mom this bad. It would scare her so bad". I am so afraid as my mother draws near. She has never been this bad before. I am So afraid. It feels like my eyes are beginning to grow shut. That's just how swollen they are. I am hoping that my dad will get home before she try's to kill me. Just in an instance my mother charges and leaps right on top of me. I feel something hard, cold, and sharp going into my body. It hurts so bad I begin crying more, and more. Why would she try to kill me? What did I do to deserve this. Oh no. "Mom stop I try to yell." But nothing comes out of my mouth. Oh god help me. Just take the pain away. I Don't want to feel it any more. I herd my mother whisper. "Oh God!, What did I do?" "I am sorry Lexi bare. I didn't mean to hurt you." By that instance she gets up and calls the ambulance.

Mothers point of view. "Oh God!." "What did i do?!" I go to grab the phone. I cant stand myself any more. I wanna die."I am so sorry Lexi Bear. I didn't mean to hurt you." I start to panic. I get up and go over and call the ambulance.

I am so worried that they won’t be here on time. I stumble to the phone, I am on my hands and knees. My hands are covered in blood, I hate the smell of it. It makes me want to cry just seeing my daughter on the floor, wondering if she is going to bleed out. Just the thought makes me want to drown in my own pool of thoughts and tears. I am going to turn my self into a mental hospital. I am still crawling on the floor towards the phone. It seem a thousand of miles away. Finally, after what seems like two hours, I get there. I need to think straight, its not working. I dial the numbers 9 1 1.

The person says "Hello How may I help your emergency?".

I cant think. Its so hard when you are crying and wondering what made me stab my daughter, my baby. I would never hurt her intentionally. I have a lump in my throat.I try to speak. I say " Um my daughter is laying on the floor bleeding. Please send help."

She says "Well the first thing i am going to need is your first and last name?"

"Well my name is Sherry, Sherry McGuire." I say.

The Next thing she asks is, "I am going to need too know where do you live?"

"I don't know the address of the the place I am at. All I know is I hurt my daughter."

"Okay" the lady says, "How did you hurt your daughter?"

"I um, I stabbed her." I say. "I am so sorry."

"We will be right there." she says. " Don't go any where."

"Alright, I wont I promise." I say. "I think I need some mental help. Please send two ambulances."

"Alright......" Click.

The thought of loosing my daughter. Oh God. I am a christian lady. I have never said the Lord's name in vain this much. So i get down on my knees and pray with my daughters hand in my hand. I say a little psalm, And a prayer. Well it didn't take long for the ambulance to get here. It took about fifteen minutes after the first one came to get my daughter for the second one to come here for me. I don't know what came over me, I just got so mad. Well i guess its my bipolar kicking in to my system.

Back to Alexis, The next morning I woke up I was in the hospital. I didn't know where I was at. I remembered everything that happened last night thought. My own mother tried to kill me, her own daughter. I am so glad that Molly wasn't there last night and my brother Jason was at college. Jason and I are not very close. See now my mother was married before she got with my real father. So Jason is not a McGuire. He is a Madison. He is only my half brother, but I consider him my real brother. Well where was i telling you about what happened to me? Ah. I woke up in the hospital....

The next morning I woke up screaming. "OH MY GOD! WHERE AM I?" I look around to inspect my surroundings. Its so scary waking up and not knowing where you are. I try to slow my breathing. I didn't notice my dad sitting in a chair, getting up, coming over trying to hold me and calm me down. I start to cry while he is holding me.

My dad whispers in my ear. "I thought that I lost you. I was so worried about you and your mother being home alone."

All I could do was sit there with my dad holding me. Having tears streaming down my face. I didnt know how to talk. I just sat there.

Dad said "Hunny please say something."

I tried to say something but I couldn't. My father knew that I was trying to say something.

The doctor walks in. "'Well Alexis McGuire, How are you feeling today?"

I try to comprehend what the doctor was talking about. Oh yeah, lastnight. What happened lastnight? I can remember all the details. Then I look down at what I was wearing. Ugh! I was wearing a hospital gown. I started getting flash backs on what happend. Oh god. All of a sudden I pull out my gown and look down. There was a little incision, on my rib. Oh god it is all true. My flashbacks, the pain, and even my mother charging at me.