Cheryl maneuvered her F350 through the curves of the road, thinking about the day ahead.
Could it really be over? Can this woman help me? Is it possible? Her whole life was an inner dialog of two completely different people lately… it
was getting harder and harder to live what she considered a normal life. She had done the myriad of tests required, spent the money for this new
device, signed the waivers. All she needed to do was pick it up and get it… installed?
It wasn’t “technically” legal in the United States but had shown a lot of promise in other countries for her particular… issue.
This just might be her last chance before things truly got out of control. There had been some… close calls lately.
She slowed down behind a red Ford Taurus… Mrs. Knowles.
Mrs. Knowles was a sweet old lady who drove to town once a day to check her mail. At 45 miles an hour in a 65 MPH zone on a two-lane highway which
featured a cliff on one side and a 30 foot drop to the river on the other. She was eccentric so you had no idea when you got the pleasure of following
Mrs. Knowles for the 16 miles it took to get to town.
You are driving a one ton truck… just force the bitch off the road.
I’m not going to do that! People don’t just do that!!!
You’re not just “People” and you have an important appointment. Let’s be honest, everyone would be happier if she was dead.
That’s a horrible thought! She’s a nice person!!!
She told a friend of hers that you are a whore and liar. Is that what a nice person does?
Cheryl shook her head to get rid of the voice and turned the radio up too loud.
Adam Levine was on a payphone trying to call home. He was heartbroken because of a woman.
Of course he is… all women lie and cheat and deceive. It’s what they do to get what they want. It’s what you’ve always done.
I’ve made some mistakes but I’ve learned from them… I’m not that person anymore.
Of course you are… you just hide it better now that you’re older.
Get OUT OF MY HEAD!!!!
Why do you think it’s yours?
Cheryl slammed on the brakes to avoid rear-ending Mrs. Knowles, who for some reason was now doing 30 miles an hour.
The guard rail is down right there… just push her into the river.
JUST STOP IT!!!
20 minutes later, Cheryl watched Mrs. Knowles take a left into the post office and drove into town.
She was a little late, but there should be no problem meeting Dr. Morrison at the only hotel here, the Sundowner. It appeared she was in luck… a
parking space in front of the hotel had someone pulling out of it.
Cheryl pulled over, put her blinker on and waited for the car to leave.
As the car pulled out and left, a blue minivan turned from the right lane and took the just- vacated spot. A man got out, flipped Cheryl off and
laughed as he went into the hotel lobby.
Are you just going to take that? Seriously? Your Glock is right there! Go put some holes in that asshole!!!”
We don’t just shoot people! What is wrong with you!
You need to change your name to Doormat. It’s no wonder you’re unhappy all the time. Because you deserve it. If I was in charge…
You’re NOT in charge and you are not me. You’ll be gone in a little while so until then SHUT UP!!!
Cheryl pulled over to the other side of the road, painfully parallel parked and took the keys out of the ignition.
“OK… this is it. Are you ready?”
The other voice didn’t respond.
Perhaps it was worried.
She went to room 204 and knocked on the door.
It was answered by an Israeli woman that Cheryl had never met in person but was intimately familiar with… an older woman with washed-out blonde hair
and glasses too big for her face.
“Dr. Morrison! I’m so happy to finally meet you!”
Cheryl was pulled into the hotel room. Dr. Morrison shut the door, locked it and opened a briefcase on the table.
“I’ve explained this to you before, but I will explain it again before I put on the device. We have found though our research that there are a
small number of people that have a unique physical abnormality in their brain and sometimes they develop a splinter personality.”
“The brain waves are different between the dominant personality and the splinter personality… they have different frequencies. What this device
does is dampen or cancel out the splinter frequency. We have tested you and we are convinced that we can get rid of what you in interviews have called
“What I will do now is shave two small spots on the base of your skull and put two electrodes there. Then we will attach the device and see if your
“voice” goes away. If it does, we will schedule you for a minor surgical procedure that will permanently implant the device.”
“It may very well cure you, Cheryl. Are you ready?”
“Yes please Doctor… let’s try it!”
The electrodes were quickly placed then a small electrical device was wired to them and put on a necklace around Cheryl’s neck.
Dr. Morrison stood, reached over and turned it on.
edit on 17-4-2020 by Lumenari because: (no reason given)