A Prime Number

The next morning, Abigail woke up with the sexy outfit from the night before alongside a text from her love interest describing his appreciation for her late night visit. Once again, Abigail had no idea of what was happening, so she flew down the stairs three at a time. She thought, “I really need some help. This is one time where I am depending on my parents help. God, please let them help me!!” Once she reaches her parents at the kitchen table, she explains everything. Everything from the comments made at lunch to her headaches to her waking up in random places. Her mom and dad try to calm her down to a stable state. Her mother then decides to have a serious talk with her and excuses her father from the room.

“Abigail, honey. Sadly, I have been hiding some really important stuff from you. I know it isn’t fair but I was just trying to protect you. And I know that you think I have no idea what you’re feeling right now but I do. To explain myself, I have a couple of things to tell you. First, honey you’re…. schizophrenic. You always have been but the past years have let major symptoms show and you have been really bad.”

“What??.....” Abigail’s brow furrowed. She couldn’t wrap her head around the issue.

“I know this is a lot to take in but I have more. I am exactly like you. I am a schizophrenic too but I am controlled because I am on medication…heavy medication in fact. And like you, it got worse with my uncle who molested me. When I was younger, I had no idea how to handle it but my different personalities let me escape reality into a happier and warmer place. I was ignorant to all of your symptoms because I thought since I had provided you a good life, you couldn’t be schizophrenic.” At this point, her mother started sobbing uncontrollably. Abigail just sat there stoned. She couldn’t move or console her mother. She couldn’t handle the information given to her. She didn’t realize she had sat there for hours until her therapist cam apologizing to her father for being three hours late.

Abigial continued to be in this trance when the therapist had his final session with Abigail. By hypnosis, he brought out Lucy and Evelyn to talk with Abigail.

“Hey Abby!! Its Lucy. I was here cuz I wanted you to remember the times before nasty uncle cuz that was the best times. You were pretty happy then! I hope I helped you!”

“Hi Abigail. Its Evelyn. I was basically your confidence booster. All you did was sit and mope so I actually got your butt out of the house and talking to guys. Some may say I had a slutty approach but hey. It worked. Maybe you can continue this confidence but tone down how many guys you have slept with.”

In her trance, Abigail talked with her personalities and thanked them for their efforts. She was happy she finally figured out what was happening to her. Her therapist brought her out of the trance. From then, Abigail felt better, more complete. Her doctor didn’t promise a permanent fix but promised medications could help.