The Other Me
‘Pharmaceutical Daze’ iii. Pat was a couple years older than me, a big guy – about 6’4 – and over a hundred kilos. He’d been in a car accident that had led to some mental problems – although I’m not sure how that had happened, whether it was a physical injury or what. Another of Roo’s friends, Aaron, told me that the accident was a trigger. Most of the time Pat was okay, and we’d go over to his place and watch movies or wrestling or something like that, whatever medicine he was taking taming his demons and keeping them at bay. He was typically a garrulous, good-humoured guy. But…
The Other Me
‘The Good Doctor’ vi. Once I was whole. Now something was broken. And it was like there’d never be any fixing it, there’d never be any not knowing what it had been like before. And it was growing. Taking control. Fracturing me further. Becoming me in a way that affected my every thought, my every decision, my every action. That wasn’t just the first thing I knew when I woke the next morning, but the only thing. I ate breakfast, watched TV, and then the survival game began again: get through each second, count down every minute, watch the hours tick by, until I could go back to bed, find…