***Just as a WARNING. There will be "graphic" and possibly triggering aspects to this story. Please read at your own risk.***

The mind. It's a mysterious thing. Always getting caught up in the current events and confusing you with the past, sometimes not even giving you a break to calm down all the nerves in your body before getting them all worked up again. We love to hate it as it tells us right from wrong. As it knows what should and shouldn't be done. It knows the consequences it has to endure later on.

But we commit these things that we know shouldn't have been done. For what? The adrenaline? That feeling of freedom for those short few moments of your life? That feeling of finally getting to do as you please without any rules or boundaries?

Sometimes we over think these things. Or maybe we don't think about them at all. We can be so caught up in the guilt of our crime, not realizing the world around us as our mind practically eats at us alive. But on the other side of the spectrum, that adrenaline may not even go away. It makes us want and dare to do more and more, wishing and hoping that you don't get caught if it means that you can continue to do it. We've all gotten that feeling at least once in our life. But our mind. Its stopped us from doing so. Because its 'not right'.

And then there are those who cannot tell the difference from right and wrong. Or in some cases, some think the opposite. Or maybe they know that their actions were unacceptable, but the voice in their head told them to do it anyway, swaying their thoughts around in a loop that way they dont know what the correct impulse could be. This could be classified as both a double or multiple personality.

Everyone knows of what the movies characterize as a double personality or double life. For instance, take Peter Parker and Spiderman or Bruce Wayne and Batman. They have a double life. No one except a few people know of their identities. Now take someone who could potentially have a double personality. Its fairly similar to the Batman and Spiderman situation, accept that it really isn't at all what people think of it. Yes they may have two or more sides to their mind, but all of them want to take control at once. All of them want to influence you to do something different. To think about something different. To feel something different. And one of the greatest struggles of it all, is that no one can see what's going on when you argue internally. No one can see how much its messing with your mind; No one knows what could trigger you into an internal crisis, as it just fucks with your everyday function of life.

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"Dallon!" The feeling of a hand on my upper back made me jump. "Mama says you gotta get up." I groaned as my eyes slowly open to reveal the sight of my younger sister standing at the edge of my bed. Her hazel eyes stared down at me with an annoyed glare on her face. Well good morning to you too.

"Rosie, why don't you go tell mom I'll be down in a few minutes?" My voice was all groggy from just waking up. I can only imagine how much deeper it was right now.

"She says its important." She replies, getting a little impatient with me. Her hand went to her hip as she continued to stare down at me. "You and I both know that you were just going to go back to sleep. So just get up. She's getting pissy down there and I dont want her taking it out on me."

She walks down and out of my room without another word. What could mom possibly want at ten in the morning? She knows I was studying all hours of the night, right? If it was something to get done around the house I'm sure as hell my seventeen year old sister can do it.

A sigh escaped my mouth before I stepped out of bed. The cold air nipped at my skin as soon as it transitioned out from under the covers. Why was my room so cold? The hairs on my arm stand up straight as I went over to the corner of the room to turn on my portable space heater. It had been a little chilly the past few days outside, and our house was old and creaky with lots of ways for the cold air to seep through.

I looked back at my bed for a moment, longing to be under the covers once more. I'm surprised my books and notebooks didn't fall of the edge though. Late night homework on your bed-not a good idea if you ever want to get it done.

As soon as I was decent enough, which in my opinion was just some sweat pants and an old L.A college hoodie from my freshman year there, I finally went down the attic ladder to the first story of our house. Though I did look in the mirror, and I looked like shit. My hair was everywhere and I could start to see some dark circles under my eyes from lack of sleep. But I had nowhere to go today, so I couldn't really care less on my appearance. And I was hoping that it wouldn't be too big of an issue with my mother so that I could go and drift off to sleep again.

"We haven't gone in several years!" I heard mom exclaim. I could only assume she was talking to my sister and father.

"I don't think it would be a wise decision to go. That's all I'm saying." My dad's deep voice cut through the air.

I slowly peeked my head around the wall to see my dad sitting in his favorite recliner with my mother standing in front of him a little aggravated. She always put more pressure on her right leg with her arms either at her sides, or flailing around in the air.

Rosie, whom had been sitting cross legged on the couch, looked away from our parent arguing, to me with a smile on her face. She had always enjoyed them fighting over stupid crap. No one knew why, and she would never tell anyone why. Maybe she hated one of them. I know for a fact the she disliked me, and maybe wanted a whole argument where she could get to leave with the parent she liked most. My own assumptions? Yeah probably, I mean I wouldn't be complaining if it happened. It wouldn't exactly be around to witness any of it, so it was none of my business as to what happens.

"I don't see why." Mom sighed before turning around in my direction. As she made eye contact with me, her whole body twitched in surprise. "Dallon! There you are."

"Make it quick. I need to continue studying." I reply to her.

"Sleeping." Rosie coughed out the word and gave me a devilish smile. I glared at her in response. But I dont think our parents seemed to notice, which I was quite thankful for. Because I know how much my mother went through to get me into my college three years ago and all she ever talks about is how I need to work my ass off in order to stay there. She pulled a few strings being a college professor herself, and got me into the school I wanted to go to ever since I was about eight years old; She got me into the Los Angeles College of Music. I have been working extra hard to keep my A's on my report, but any sort of distraction, and she'll get all fired up and angry with me. Another thing Rosie loves to watch is mom scolding me.

"Your spring break is when?" She asks. "Its this week right, the same week its off here?" A smile formed onto her face.

Oh god. Please tell me this didn't mean anymore family time. I only moved back to Missouri to be with them for this break because she guilt tripped me into it. I was not wanting to spend more time with these people than need be. Besides, I was hoping to hang out with a few old friends and then I had to study for when classes start up again for the two weeks I have off.

"Yeah I told you I was coming here for my two week break, why?" I raised an eyebrow in suspicion. I really hope that she wasn't going to say what I think she was.

"Well we were wonder-"

"You." My dad cuts her off. "You were wondering." There was a slight annoyance in his voice.

"We were wondering," Mom completely ignored his comment and continued speaking. "If the two of you would like to go to that old restaurant and stay at that log cabin inn, we went to when you guys were younger? And kinda hang out as a family before you start all your college stuff again. And before your sister graduates high school this year."

"What?!" Rosie stood up from her position on the couch. "I am not going anywhere with all of you in public! Its torture enough to live with you shitheads."

"Rosie!" Mom dropped her face into a scowl as she turned towards my sister. Her hands dropped to her hips in that motherly thing she does.

"Not happening." Rosie rolled her eyes and pushed her way through us to get out of the room. My shoulder hitting the doorframe pretty hard. I scrunch my face up in response from the pain.

"That's why." My father buts in. I was really hoping that I didn't have to go through with this. And it seemed as if my father didn't want to either. It was like as soon as we hit our teenage years, he wanted us to get jobs and be more mature about our lives. He didn't want to stand for any childishness.

Mom looks at me with hope in her eyes. She really wanted this whole family time thing to happen. And I felt terrible because I wouldn't exactly be able to be apart of it. But at the same time I really didn't want to spend time with my bitchy sister for longer that I had to anyway.

"I can't, mom." Her face fell into a frown. "I have a lot of studying and a project to do all break." I was still waiting for a call for my 'project' actually. Though I wasn't sure if I was ever going to get one at this point.

She just nodded in response and sat down on the couch looking a little miserable.

I took that opportunity to go back up to my room. And now that I was awake, I don't think sleep would be coming back to me any time soon. So back to studying I go. And by studying, I mean playing my bass. Because its spring break. I have some time to relax today. So why not?

About an hour passed and I decided that I really should get back to studying. Though I know pretty much everything I need to know for this music theory exam.

Before I go to get my bass off of its stand in the corner of my room, I pick up my phone to check on a few things. One being calling an old friend to see if they were around to hang out. But I noticed I had a missed call. Assuming it was a friend trying to do the same I was going to do, I unlocked my phone. But the missed call was an unknown number.

Curious, I listened to the message, "Hello, Mr.Weekes, is it? This is Dr.Sheynman calling about your application to intern for the next two weeks here at Gateway Mental Hospital? I love your willfulness of bringing music into our community that we have here. I'd love to have an interview with you, let's say tomorrow afternoon at about one? Call me back and we can make clearer arrangements. Talk to you soon."

My heart skipped a beat. They truly accepted my application? This was unbelievable.

I filled out a few applications and sent it out with my resume to a few places that included the both mentally and physically ill. Hoping that maybe I could convince them that I can help out a few patients and get them through with music. Not the most amazing job someone would be seeking to be doing. But it always interested me and I thought why not try it out before going down a different music path. And this was definitely a hit in that hit or miss situation.

I was ecstatic and in shock. The smile on my lips never left as I redialled the number.

"Gateway Mental Institution, how can I help you?" It was a female voice that came through this time. Unlike the doctor who I had spoken too, this woman had a higher pitch of a voice.

"Hello, yes I'd like to speak with Dr.Sheynman?" My heartbeat quickened as I forgot whether or not I pronounced his name correctly.

"May I ask who's calling?" The woman asked.

"Dallon Weekes." I replied. "He uh, called earlier and I thought I'd return the message."

"Oh yes." Her voice seemed cheery. "One moment please while I transfer your call to his office."

I thanked the woman as she hung up her side of the line. It only took a few moments before what I assume was the doctor came through.

"Dr.Sheynman." He spoke up. I was still in shock from earlier and it took me a few seconds before I got to reply without feeling shaken up.

"Yes, hello." I said. Hoping I sounded confident enough. "This is Dallon Weekes? You called-"

"Dallon!" He exclaimed, cutting me off. "I was hoping you'd get my message."

"Yes sir, I did." Where the hell did this whole formal thing come from? Sir? Why sir? Whatever it was that was happening with this conversation, I'm glad it was going the way it was. It made me sound more sophisticated that I actually thought myself to be.

"Is tomorrow a good day for you to be here?" He asked casually. "For your interview I mean."

"Uhm yeah." I wonder how my mom will react to me leaving the day after I came to visit for break. "Tomorrow is perfect."

"Alright. See you tomorrow at one o'clock?"

"Yes, I'll be there." I replied.

After he hung up, I had to hold back a scream of joy. I just applied for those things as maybe a side project to do for extra credit at school. I didn't exactly think I'd get a call back from one of them.

Now I guess it was time to re-pack everything up and go back to L.A.