WARNING: SPOILER AHEAD.
This is part 3 of 9. As always, one should start reading a story at the beginning. So use the links to read the first parts...
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He went out with the girl that weekend. They griped at him the whole time while he was getting ready, but finally settled down by the time he picked the girl up. It was one of the best nights in recent memory for him. He was going on a date, and they shut up. Since they’d come around a few years ago, they hadn’t ever really shut up until that night. And amazingly enough, they didn’t come back the next day. Or the next.

Six months passed. The happiest six months of his life, as far as he was concerned. The girl had moved in with him, and they were quite the happy couple. Some days they would go out on dates, other times they were content to just sit at home and do nothing. As long as they were in the company of each other, they were happy. He’d actually started enjoying some of the movies she liked, no matter how cheesy and stupidly romantic they were. In the last six months, he’d seen pretty much every Julia Roberts movie ever made, and somehow he wasn’t nearly so terrified of that fact than he would have been before meeting the girl.

In all that time, they only showed up on a few random occasions. He was almost starting to miss them. Some of them, anyway.

He poured all of his energy into his relationship with the girl. She was what kept him going. She was what allowed him to wake up in the morning, and what kept him going to doctors. He kept saying that since they weren’t around anymore, he shouldn’t need to see the doctors. But her insistence kept him going anyway. And she was probably right; the doctors were slowly starting to unravel the mystery of his inner workings.

Six years old. He watched his brother fall out of a tree and break his neck, making him a vegetable for the rest of his life. Ten years old, his parents finalized a bitter divorce and he was left in the custody of his alcoholic mother. Fifteen years old, his father was killed by a stray bullet when a gas station robbery went wrong. Twenty years old, he was knocked unconscious when a door blew open and hit him in the head. When he woke up, he wasn’t alone anymore. Come to think of it, it did sound an awful lot like a movie. Everything seemed to be too convenient, too much of a coincidence. He still didn’t think he was crazy, though.

Then, with no fuck you little cocksucker warning at all, they came back. They came back strong.

Even she dumb bitch couldn’t really help him this time. Always before, on the few occasions when they’d come back, he’d thought of her and made them go away. This time he was at a loss to stop them because we hate you. Life was a constant barrage of screaming and hatred against him, and even more against numb cunt her.

This time he did start getting scared. He went to the doctor stupid faggot more and more often, just because they seemed to be retreating when he was there. For some reason, they didn’t seem to like this doctor.

And he knew why, too. This doctor had eyes like the girl’s: unreadable. Run out in the street, dumbass, here comes the bus. They were no help in this doctor’s office, like they had been in the past. Here they weren’t about to speak up, at least not about what the doctor wanted to know. They abandoned him to his own intelligence, only surfacing occasionally to hurl insults at him, the girl or the doctor. But for all their inability to read the doctor’s emotions, they were able to guess at what was coming.
And their guess was right. After leaving the doctor’s office this time, he had in his hand a nice little note. He gave the little note to the pharmacist in exchange for a bottle of chlorpromazine. Chlorpromazine was a drug used to treat schizophrenia. He was going to try to use chlorpromazine to kill them. Ungrateful little shit after all the things we did for him and this is what he does to us.

But let him try. They knew something he didn’t. While they had taken their six month leave of absence, they’d been gathering information. They’d been checking up on things. And in their checking up, they’d finally, at long last, discovered the real reason for their seemingly irrational hatred for the stupid girl.

---Jamin