Horror of Mind

'Get a knife.'

Oh, no, not again.

'She's going to kill you. Get a knife.'

"Go away. I'm building a biomarker grid."

'You know you want to.'

"I'm a scientist."

'She's after your work.'

Was she really? No, resist.

'Do it now. There isn't much time.'

"You can't make me."

'You feel that pain starting in your head? It will grow every moment you resist. Get the knife.'

The pain went from throbbing to stabbing.

Mom was in the kitchen, and she had plenty of knives. I went up the stairs.

Damn schizophrenia!