Song: Monster- Beth Crowley

I wake up in my room. I feel really tired from whatever shot they had given me and my arm is sore and red where they had injected me. My mind is all groggy and a part of me likes the feeling, makes me feel like I use to feel those many months while I was popping pills. I thought they were not allowed to give me anything or so that is what the doctor had stated, so why no. Maybe I could act out and they will continue to give me what I need. 

 I so don't care to go to therapy however that is where I am taken this morning first thing. Clara says nothing to me as she walks down to her office. She shows me in and Sarah is already sitting behind her desk today. She is looking at something in the file but as soon as she sees me she motions for me to come in and take a seat. 

"So what happened yesterday Coralie," Sarah asks in therapy today no sooner than I sit down.

"With what?" I smirk but I already know what she is talking about. I misbehaved yesterday; I let Willow come out to play. 

"Zayden...he got to you. Who was the girl? I know it wasn't you and it wasn't Cora...tell me about her."

"We call her Willow."

She picks up her pen and jots it down on her notepad. She looks up at me. "Unusual name."

"Not really...it means a symbol of death... she only shows herself if she feels like she is being attacked."

"Oh...ok...so is she the one who burnt down the pool house?" She is flipping papers in her file. I guess searching for information.

"Yes," I say as I nod my head yes.

"She told everyone that she killed someone during the therapy session last night...who did she kill?"

I fold my hands in front of me and look up at her suspiciously. "I'm not allowed to say....it's our little secret. She should have never said anything."

"But she did. Can I ask her....can I talk to her?" Sarah asks for permission.

I stop and contemplate listening to the voices in my head. I shake my head no. "Cora and I don't think that is a good idea...we don't want you are anyone talking to her."

"I don't want to talk to Cora...I would like to talk with Willow."

I haven't figured out how she can tell the difference between me and Cora just yet but damn she is good. "Well you don't need to talk to her." I glare at her.

"Then you tell me....you can trust me Cora."

I break down and give in, "Derrick alright...Derrick...he deserved to die."

"Who is Derrick...tell me about him." She holds on to her pen ready to write everything down as I talk.

I look away and focus on the painting on the wall. "He wouldn't stop touching me. He wouldn't let me go. I...we had no choice."

"Coralie...did this man hurt you?"

I nod my head.

"Do your parents know about this?"

I nod again. "It's all in the journals...maybe you should read them then I won't have to talk about him."

"I can't read them without your permission."

"Well...you should read them. It's not like you don't already have them. Can I go now?" I glare up a her.

"Yes but wait right here for a minute." She opens the door and I can hear her talking to Clara. Something about keeping an eye on me at all times. Blah! Blah! Blah!

I'm forced to go back to group therapy again. I can feel all eyes on me. I think everyone is now scared of me. Willow should have never told anyone about killing anyone. But seeing their faces all scared like makes me laugh inside. They are scared of me.

Tonight everyone is talking about their feelings, like I give a shit about anyone here. I could care less that you think your too fat and still need to lose weight even though you look like a freaking toothpick. Or that you can't sleep because so much shit is going through your head. I don't care people. Sorry I just don't.

I should never have looked up because when I do he is staring right at me. Zayden has bruises around his neck. Willow should have stayed back. I can't believe she tried choking him out. If it wasn't for the two guys pulling her off of him she would have possibly killed him.

I snap out of thought when I hear my name. "Coralie...do you feel like sharing tonight?" asks Sarah.

I shake my head no.

Zayden looks over at me and shakes his head. "I have a question? Did you really kill someone?" he asks. I watch his hand trail the bruises on his neck.

"What difference does it make?" I answer him like it's no big thing.

"A huge difference...do I need a body guard. I mean hell no one else has ever killed anyone, not that I know of any way...so how did you do it?"

I look over at Sarah.

"Coralie you don't have to say anything." She starts to say...but then she looks at me differently. And I think she can tell that I am not Coralie. She's about to say something when I blurt out.

"I sliced his throat...then set his ass on fire. I'm sure you may have heard about it all over the news."

Sarah gets up and gets in front of me. "I told you Cora is not allowed in these sessions."

I glare back at her. "She is a part of me...If Coralie has to be here so do I," I say between gritted teeth.

Everyone in the circle is quiet and looking back and forth at each other. Someone asks her, "What is going on here...is she crazy?"

Zoey chimes in, "Wait...do you have multi-personalities...I did a paper on that once in school."

"That shit is not real Zoey...get serious," someone else says.

A male voice blends into the conversation, "Actually it is very real."

Sarah stares me down. She is not afraid of me. "I can't tell them anything about your condition...but I will say I don't want Cora here. These sessions are for Coralie."

I look around the room then back at her. "They don't care about me. No one does. Why should I tell complete strangers about my life and the things that I have done?"

I hear a few others making comments in hush voices all around me.

I look back at her. "You should have the male nurses take me back to my room."

"Why?"

"Because I don't know if I can hold her back. She is itching to come out. Please tell them to take me before she does something really bad." I'm not sure why I warned her. I should let Willow come out and then maybe they will give me another dose of the tranquilizer to numb my whole body. 

She looks over at the male nurses that are leaning against the far wall with concern. "Garrett...Sam...please take Coralie back to her room."

I laugh at her, almost mocking her, "I am not Coralie."

"I told you Cora...you are not allowed in these sessions." She stands her ground.

Two arms come around me and help me to my feet to carry me back to my room. Thankfully they do because I hiss at her, "I'm not Cora...you bitch." I stare her down waiting to see what she will do or say next. 

Her tone changes and I don't think she is scared for herself but for others that are around. "Take her to her room now...strap her down...now...just do it," she says with urgency. 

They follow orders and all the way to my room all I can do is laugh hysterically.