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In my mind, darkness surrounds as lonely figures stay hidden in the corner of my blank memory. My whole life has been emptiness and darkness, memory loss a common thing for me whenever they take over. I am but not my own person. Only another name and being sharing one body. One body that is being fought over by many other... Personalities.
At the age of 5 during kindergarten, I would often space out in one area and regain consciousness later, learning that I am somewhere else and many minutes, sometimes hours, have passed. During this time span that I wasnt in control of my being, I was apparently the 'wild child' getting into trouble and rebelling against others, especially older authority, and especially against older males.
That was when I learned of Melody. Melody was also my age, residing in my mind. It was she who drew on the walls and spat in the adults faces. It was she who kicked my uncle 'where the sun doesn't shine' and it was she who cut off all the fingers and hair of the mean girl's Barbie doll. Melody is a rebelling child, very controlling and a total brat. It was her way or no way. The no way results in a huge temper tantrum that can make your ears bleed from trying to claw and peel them off as I've been told. Melody hates adults, especially men. She told me that her daddy doesn't care and abuses her which I don't get since don't we technically have the same daddy? Maybe Melody comes from another world and just so happens want to reside in my mind? This 5 year old always gets in trouble and leave ME to deal with all the mess!
"It's not me! Melody did it!"
"Melody who? Your imaginary friend? Now go clean up that mess!"
Maybe Melody really was an imaginary friend that started to take over my body... But then the others appeared.
For the next 5 years I've learned to deal with Melody in my mind and it was normal for me to be taken over by her. Melody continued to stay the same age of 5 while I grew and became a 10 year old. The problem was, Whenever Melody came out, everyone else thought that I was crazy for acting like the bratty 5 year old. She was a sweet child to those she cared for though. She cared for me, the one who cares for 'her' body (it technically is MINE but I don't want to ruin her hopes and start a tantrum) and loves our mother, behaving for only her. I became content and accepted the fact that my body was no longer my own and someone else is sharing it with me. Only one other person.. Right?
That summer, while riding my bike and listening to Melody hum a tune in my mind, I was shocked and almost crashed when another, more boyish voice, spoke up in the back of my mind, asking Melody to shut up. Melody, in return, only pouted and told 'Damon' to leave her alone and that she like singing. Obviously I was forgotten, but I didn't mind, listening to the two bicker to see if I can find out more information about this Damon. That summer, I welcomed Damon into my 'family'.
Damon was a typical 10 year old boy, loving cars and other things boys his age are interested in. According to Melody, he was always there, along with the others, (my gosh there were OTHERS!) but they were all either too shy or only wanting to come out when I approach their age. Damon wasn't all of a hassle. He stayed mostly quiet, not liking all the female things going on, but when he do, there would most likely be bickering going on between him and Melody. When Damon comes out, everyone just assume that I'm in my 'tomboy phase' not quite realizing that they are all not quite me... It was a wonder no one found out yet since Melody and Damon always respond to by their respected names that they made sure everyone knew. In my room I now had 3 areas. One for me with all my schoolbooks and books. I love reading and mature fast for my age. Another area has dolls and some stuffed animals that were all for Melodys enjoyment and the last corner has toy cars and some toy guns for Damon. I was now also sharing my mind with a 10 year old boy.
Shortly after Damon appeared, dear sweet little Arabella entered the realm of my mind. She is 3 years old, and a quiet and shy girl around others. With our mother and father, she opened up a little more and was apparently mom and dad's favorite. Even though I was 10, with 3 year old Arabella, mother can dote on her more and father says she is his 'sweet little angel' again. It is amazing how naïve my parents can be, no matter how much I love them. Who doesn't notice their child acting weirdly and change personalities? Perhaps they themselves were in denial about me. Now a fourth pile of things were added into my room. Lollipops and stuffed animals were abundant for Arabella. She also has a yellow blanket. Arabella has a habit of sucking her thumb, so Damon insisted my parents to stack up on lollipops for her. Melody loves to steal some from Arabella, but the little one doesn't mind, instead insisting to share. With dear Arabella's sweet angelic voice with a softness that makes everyone's hearts melt, I gladly welcomed this little one into my mind.
When I was 12 and in the middle of taking a test, one of my personalities took over. I woke up and discovered the ripped paper in half infront of me with my teacher's penmanship circling a big fat F on the paper. I was shocked, not believing that Arabella, Damon, or even Melody would do this to me. I was right. It wasn't them. That day, Rayne decided to show up. A 17 year old fighter, Rayne is like an older and tougher Melody. She speaks her mind and will gladly put anyone in their place. Rayne likes the color black and made my parents believed I was going through the 'rebellious' stage. If only they knew that my mind and body is now also sharing it with a 17 year old girl. I now have 5 different sections in my room. Rayne loves painting and dark poetry so her area is on my desk with her artistic utensils lying everywhere next to her iPod that stores all her music. I have finally welcomed all of my personalities into my mind, my little family.
Two years after learning about Rayne, my last and final personality, I have learned to accept the fact that my body and mind is not only mine anymore. I always thought that this was normal and my parents were as naïve as ever, too blind to realize the truth. It was only then, when I met him did I finally realize what was truly going on.