Clarissa explains

Hi there. I’m Claire, the compulsive writer alter.  It occurred to me that The Beginning/The Abuse is always a curiosity for blogs with DID victims (don’t feel bad, we all have that morbid curiosity. It’s the first thing I look for when I’m surfing other DID-er’s blog….as terrible as that is.)

Some years ago I managed a little excerpt of a story. I present it now.  There are aspects of supernatural creatures because of my interest in fantasy and sci-fi fiction.  But most of it….not fiction.

Make of it what you will.
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Girl was playing in the alley again. The Thing craned forward to see, while still forcing the glamour to protect it from sight. She had on a pale blue human shift-like covering today. It looked pretty. The Thing tilted its head as it watched her waved to someone in the distance.

It was Him.

Boy came into view and the Thing automatically recoiled. Large ribbons of dark energy curled around Him enticingly. The Thing knew that wasn’t good. But it couldn’t do anything for Girl.

Girl nodded as he whispered something in her ear. The Thing skittered a little further into the alley, hoping to catch any dialog it could.

“I’ll be It. You have to run away and hide and not let me catch you. Then you can be It after I catch you.” He explained. Girl blinked owlishly.

“What happens if you catch me?”

Boy just smirked in that charismatically dark way that so enticed Girl and repulsed the Thing. She giggled and prepared to run away. The dark tendrils around the boy danced in excitement. The Thing chewed its lip nervously. Perhaps it should do something.

He leaned against the back of the garage and pillowed his head on his arms, starting to count.

Thing watched this passively for a bit. It continued simply watching as Boy finished counting and immediately went tearing over down the alley. He knew where Girl was. Sadly, she tended to not be creative with her hiding places.

There was a shriek of surprise and Thing heard pounding feet. Girl came tearing up the alley; Boy fast on her tail.

He caught her at the garage. Grabbing her arm roughly, he gently tackled her to the ground, rolling to soften the blow. She laughed again, not even sensing the dark wisps curling in delight and expectation of what was to come. The Thing moved closer. It hesitated, knowing there was a terrible risk if it were to help.

A metal scraping sound as a zipper was undone.

The Thing moved quickly, diving into His body with a sickening squish. It was uncomfortable in here. It kicked out its own energy as quickly as it could.

The dark ribbons grew teeth. And sank their sharp points into Thing.

It was too late.

And Thing grinned in that charismatically dark way that usually enticed Girl.

She shuddered back as the realization hit her like a bolt of lightning. But it was much too late.

Thing reached forward for her and its power was combined with Boy’s. She couldn’t get away now.

Afterwards, the ribbons easily let Thing go. The act was done, their dark want sated. What need did they have for Thing now? And Thing realized the whole act had been just intended for it. To beguile it to merge with the Boy. And it worked.

Boy left immediately, not looking over his shoulder even as the glazed look lingered in his eyes.

Thing watched the curled bundle on the ground that was Girl. She was silent and unmoving. Soon Mother would call for her to come inside. Thing moved forward and reached out to Girl, stroking her softly with dark taloned fingers.

Thing gave her two gifts in an apology for the terrible act that day.

Mask and Box.

Girl blinked as the glamour prevented her from seeing what had happened. She felt it though. She reached out to her second gift and put all the horrible things from moments ago into its hallowed recesses. She snapped the lid shut firmly.

Mother called distantly from the back porch.

Girl glanced up and stared towards her house for a moment. Her face was a terrible mess of broken dreams.

Until the Mask was put on.

All better.

9 thoughts on “Clarissa explains

  1. Bourbon

    I feel a bit stupid saying this but I enjoyed reading that as you put so beautifully and creatively what happens with a DID mind. Obviously I’m sorry to hear of your experience though and I’m glad you now have a place to write about it in your own style. Take care, B

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