TELL ME YOUR STORY

By: Chiara Marie Ruffastella S. Bertillo

Abby was a 30 year old lady, she was sitting inside the clinic of Dr. Durlak.
While waiting, she saw a picture of a grown man tying a shoelace of a kid at the
top of the desk. “Awwee! A perfect picture”, she thought to herself. When she
heard footsteps coming in, she immediately returned to her seat.

“Good Morning Miss?”

“It’s Mrs. Anderson, Doctor.” Abby replied.

“Ok. Good Morning Mrs. Anderson. So what happened? Tell me your story,” the
doctor directly asked Abby.

Abby looked down, clenched her teeth, a little bit unsure of what she’s going to
say. But then she looked through the eyes of the doctor and smiled like a child.

“I have three stories for you, doctor. I met bonnie earlier today and she looked
totally happy like nothing ever happened to her, like she wasn’t raped by his
father at all,” said Abby.

“Isn’t she your friend, you seem so happy that she was raped?” the doctor
asked.

“I know, well, she deserves it. She’s a slut, don’t tell anybody else,” Abby
Whispered.

Bonnie is a 16 year old High School student. Her mother left

her when she was 8 with someone she met in work. Her father suffered most
when her mother left. He became dependent on drugs and one night, while
Bonnie is asleep, it happened. Bonnie cried for help, but no one heard her. And
on that very night, her life changed. She was no slut nor whore. She was actually
on top of her class. After everything that’s happened to her, never did she
looked happy. That is something Abby just made up. ‘

“What happened to your arm? Are you cutting yourself?” asked the doctor.

“Ahh, Sarah did this to me. She was so mad that I have a perfect marriage and
she doesn’t. My marriage is happy, hers was a failure. On top of that, she was
abused by her husband, such a pity.” Abby replied.

“So, that’s why she cut your arm? Asked the doctor.

“Yeah, she wanted to punish me for her life’s tragedy, she told me, if she can’t
be happy, then I can’t be too. I wasn’t afraid of all the blood at all. If I did die, I
get to be someone else” Abby answered.

“And how is that possible?” the doctor said.

“ We’ll why not? I get to be her,” Abby answered.

Surprised , on that answer the doctor knew, there is a problem with Abby.

“ Oh I see, so tell your story, Not Bonie’s not Sandra’s but your’s”, the doctor
asked her.

Abby paused for a second and then told the doctor.

“I am Bonnie, I am Sandra and I am Abby. Bonnie was my past, Sandra was the
present I am trying to run to and Abby? She was someone I want to be.”

“So who are you?” the doctor seriously asked.

“I am lost, doctor. When will I find me?” the woman sadly answered.
The doctor answered.

“Three personalities in one consciousness, multiple personality disorder, That is

your story.