I Need My Pills

By: Austin Mrsny

-Zach-

"Are you ready for your treatment?" asked the nurse.

"Yeah, just give me the pills and get this over with." I'm Zach, the one asking for the pills. I was recently transferred to an asylum. I'm not crazy, but Isaac is. I suffer from multiple personality disorder, and Isaac is the multiple. Whenever I get mad, he comes out and goes on a rampage. A few years ago his rampaging turned into a mass murder leaving eleven dead and six wounded.

"Just swallow them Zach, this will be-"

"Over soon, I know. How many times do you think this will go on Dr. Tovar?"

"It's hard to say," he said with an exhausted breath. "Just get it over with and tell me the hallucination." Dr. Tovar is thirty two and has been working with me since I was thirteen, six years ago. He has a Daughter, but I forgot her name. He's a really cool guy, he let's me wear normal clothes and keep all the stuff I had at home. Despite the lose of his wife five years ago and some other drama, he somehow never has a day when he isn't smiling. This, however was a day without his usual smile. "I've actually had a rough day today, so I would like to get this done."

"Is everything all right?" I asked. He never had problems here, despite the nutcase here. "This does't have to do with anything going on at home does it?"

"No, no. You don't need to worry, that's my job. It's just… a patient i've been working with."

"Oh, ok. If you say so." I took the pills and swallowed them with water. After about five minutes, I passed out and had the hallucination, or dream…I can never remember anymore. It's usually just a park, county fair, plaza, or some place i've seen before. I just sit on a bench or something and think to myself for at least an hour or two. I usually think about Isaac and why I have him in my conscience, he even talks back sometimes. "Why are you here Isaac?" he appeared right next to me. He looked like me, six foot, average face, black-brown hair, always wears a beanie, sweater. and a bandana, the only thing different was our eyes. Mine were blue, his were red.

"How many times does that make?"

"Twenty five."

"You counted?" he asked, actually surprised. "Is this really all you want to say to me?" He stared at me for a few minutes while I pondered this.

"I don't know anymore. I just…why did you have to do it?"

"I had to. They wanted to piss me off and they did. That asshole deserved it."

"Don't you think that's a little too much over an insult coming from a guy who can't even look in the mirror to face his own demons?"

"Is that what I am now?" I paused. It was bad enough he got mad easily, but for him to take things like an oversensitive prick on Tumblr is enraging itself.

"No, it's just that he couldn't face the music himself."

"I guess your right," he sighed. "Maybe things could be different after all this." I hope, I thought. "Do you wish I was't here?"

"Sometimes I do, but only after the damage. Then I realize life would be pretty boring if you weren't here."

"How's that" I sighed trying to think. I didn't really know how it would be boring but I knew it would be.

"I wouldn't have had a friend when we were five, and I wouldn't have meet Dr. Tovar. Remember when we imagined all those castles and dragons?"

"And the adventures."

"Yeah. Hey, where are we this time?"

"Uh, I think Arlingwood Park. This is where mom showed us that pond by the forest." we sat there for another hour and just stared at the pond. "Is that an admission ticket in your hand?"

"Ticket, what ticket."

"The one in your hand." I looked and there it was, a red ticket that said two admission, I flipped it over to see that it was blue on the other side but with the same words. "Have we been to a carnival?"

"Never, this isn't us. Do you think somethings interfering?"

"Don't believe that crap, there's no such thing as psychics."

"Yet we believe in magic." The pond and trees began to distort and become abstract, like a nightmarish hell. "Times up. see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you."

"Father…" whispered a girl.