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Authors: Sarah Ann Walker
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privacy?”
“Oh god... Please Suzanne. You sound like her again. You are all polite and reserved, and actually kind of annoying sounding.”
Seriously? “Can't you just tell me to leave you the fuck alone? Or tell me to get the fuck out. Or even tell me to fuck off! Just please, tell me something!” Wow. What?
“I'm sorry, but I don't speak that way. And I don't want to be rude to you, but please give me a little privacy. Do you know where my husband is?”
“Suzanne, you DO speak that way now if you want to. You say ‘fuck’ now if you want to, and you say ‘shit’ a lot. Actually, you mumble ‘shit’ all the time and it's very cute coming from you. You say bad words out loud now, Suzanne. You do, I promise. You aren't like your old self anymore, I swear. You are fun and silly and cute, and even a little sarcastic, thanks to me and Kayla. You are fun Suzanne, and I miss you. Do you remember any of this?”
“I'm sorry-”
“STOP SAYING ‘I'M SORRY’!” Flinch.“Sorry. I’m sorry, it’s just you worked too hard to stop saying sorry to everyone all the time. You have changed, Suzanne. You're really different now. Do you remember? Do you remember changing? You aren't her anymore. You are Suzanne now.” Wow, as if I don't know my own name.
Staring at me, this woman seems to be waiting for something. What does she want from me? Actually, she seems kind of crazy and confused. I think she must be crazy. She doesn't know me, and she doesn't know what I say or do. She must be delusional, I think. I wonder what I can do to get her out of my room.
“Please, Suzanne… remember me. Just try to remember. I'm tied with the other Kayla as your second-place best friends. We’re tied in second- me and Kayla. We’re your two Kaylas. Please remember me if you can- just a little.”
When she bursts into tears, I think I feel bad for her. She looks so lovely, but kind of gross when she cries. I definitely feel bad for her because it's clear that she's TOTALLY insane. I’m pretty sure I don't feel scared of her though, just bad for her.
I wish I could help her. She obviously needs help, but I'm not sure what to do for her. Where is a doctor? Maybe a doctor can get her out of my room. Maybe a doctor can help her. Maybe I should page a doctor to my room for her.
“Um, excuse me, but do you have someone you can talk to? Do you have a doctor who can maybe help you a little? Maybe if you find your doctor he can help you find your friend,” I whisper, so she won't get mad at me again.
“A doctor? You’re trying to get me a doctor? You have no idea how fucking funny that is under the circumstances, I realize. But it IS quite funny. I don't need a doctor Suzanne, but you obviously do. You don't know anything, do you?”
“I'm sorry, but I have no idea what's wrong with you, or what I've done to upset you. I'm really trying to be nice here but you seem so sad and confused. I just thought you could use a friend, or maybe a doctor to talk to so that maybe you won't look this sad anymore.”
“I'm not sad, Suzanne. Well actually , I'm devastated , but you don't know why, do you? So really, my devastation is kind of a moot point. I don't need a doctor, but I do have one should the need arise. I do however need my friend back. I need you, but you're not here with me are you?” Holy shit! This woman is nuts.
“Okay miss, I'll get a doctor for myself, and maybe I can get a doctor for you too. Would you like that, um...?”
“I’m KAYLA! New. York. Fucking. KAYLA!! Fuck, Suzanne, THINK!! REMEMBER ME!!”
Shaking, I'm at a total loss. I don't know why this woman is here, and I don't know why she's so mad at me. I don't know what I did to upset her and I don't know why she's still here. What the hell do I do? Lie!
“Oh, I
“Oh god... Please Suzanne. You sound like her again. You are all polite and reserved, and actually kind of annoying sounding.”
Seriously? “Can't you just tell me to leave you the fuck alone? Or tell me to get the fuck out. Or even tell me to fuck off! Just please, tell me something!” Wow. What?
“I'm sorry, but I don't speak that way. And I don't want to be rude to you, but please give me a little privacy. Do you know where my husband is?”
“Suzanne, you DO speak that way now if you want to. You say ‘fuck’ now if you want to, and you say ‘shit’ a lot. Actually, you mumble ‘shit’ all the time and it's very cute coming from you. You say bad words out loud now, Suzanne. You do, I promise. You aren't like your old self anymore, I swear. You are fun and silly and cute, and even a little sarcastic, thanks to me and Kayla. You are fun Suzanne, and I miss you. Do you remember any of this?”
“I'm sorry-”
“STOP SAYING ‘I'M SORRY’!” Flinch.“Sorry. I’m sorry, it’s just you worked too hard to stop saying sorry to everyone all the time. You have changed, Suzanne. You're really different now. Do you remember? Do you remember changing? You aren't her anymore. You are Suzanne now.” Wow, as if I don't know my own name.
Staring at me, this woman seems to be waiting for something. What does she want from me? Actually, she seems kind of crazy and confused. I think she must be crazy. She doesn't know me, and she doesn't know what I say or do. She must be delusional, I think. I wonder what I can do to get her out of my room.
“Please, Suzanne… remember me. Just try to remember. I'm tied with the other Kayla as your second-place best friends. We’re tied in second- me and Kayla. We’re your two Kaylas. Please remember me if you can- just a little.”
When she bursts into tears, I think I feel bad for her. She looks so lovely, but kind of gross when she cries. I definitely feel bad for her because it's clear that she's TOTALLY insane. I’m pretty sure I don't feel scared of her though, just bad for her.
I wish I could help her. She obviously needs help, but I'm not sure what to do for her. Where is a doctor? Maybe a doctor can get her out of my room. Maybe a doctor can help her. Maybe I should page a doctor to my room for her.
“Um, excuse me, but do you have someone you can talk to? Do you have a doctor who can maybe help you a little? Maybe if you find your doctor he can help you find your friend,” I whisper, so she won't get mad at me again.
“A doctor? You’re trying to get me a doctor? You have no idea how fucking funny that is under the circumstances, I realize. But it IS quite funny. I don't need a doctor Suzanne, but you obviously do. You don't know anything, do you?”
“I'm sorry, but I have no idea what's wrong with you, or what I've done to upset you. I'm really trying to be nice here but you seem so sad and confused. I just thought you could use a friend, or maybe a doctor to talk to so that maybe you won't look this sad anymore.”
“I'm not sad, Suzanne. Well actually , I'm devastated , but you don't know why, do you? So really, my devastation is kind of a moot point. I don't need a doctor, but I do have one should the need arise. I do however need my friend back. I need you, but you're not here with me are you?” Holy shit! This woman is nuts.
“Okay miss, I'll get a doctor for myself, and maybe I can get a doctor for you too. Would you like that, um...?”
“I’m KAYLA! New. York. Fucking. KAYLA!! Fuck, Suzanne, THINK!! REMEMBER ME!!”
Shaking, I'm at a total loss. I don't know why this woman is here, and I don't know why she's so mad at me. I don't know what I did to upset her and I don't know why she's still here. What the hell do I do? Lie!
“Oh, I
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