Note to reader: I am using this space and place to post parts of a new slip-fiction novel series I am working on, Left Brain Right, the story of a young girl who hears voices. Left-Brain excerpts will be from her care-takers’ point of view or the point of view of the friends and family around her, while right-brain excerpts will describe how she sees the situation. I will not be posting the whole story, but I will be posting practical tips when dealing with someone, or one’s own self, as they are going through traumatic, or not so traumatic, experiences.

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How today’s story excerpt can help you:

Theme: Negative voices will come to try to pull us off track, but it is up to us if we choose to listen to them or not. You are more powerful than any negative voice inside your head.  Believe that. 

In today’s story excerpt Michelle was brought to the, “calming room,” after having a nightmare that caused her to get out of bed and start hitting the wall.


Point of View: Michelle’s (Right Side)

Calming Room
September 8th

When Michelle opened her eyes
she found herself, locked
inside a green painted concrete room.
Just large enough for a bed with no sheets.

And what she saw in there with her
made her curl up into the fetal position
and sent electric currents
throughout her body.

A large, black ominous swirling cloud,
almost smoke like with yellow glowing eyes,
smiled at her maliciously
and yet presented itself as carefree.

Michelle squeezed her eyes tighter,
pressed her knees into her chest,
began rocking and moving and saying,
“I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be here..”

Which seemed to trigger the Black Shadow
to shape shift and swirl beside her
and whisper in a calm, yet hissing type of a voice,
“You can not escape me.” It laughed.

“And you are here,” it sighed, “with me.”
and with that it seemed to swirl around Michelle
enveloping her in its shadow.
“You are mine.” It said simply.

“You are not ready to live life
without your grandmother.”
It sighed and swirled around her.
“You are weak.”

Michelle continued to keep her eyes close and to chant,
“I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be here.”
And just when she thought she might retreat back into herself,
she heard the door open.

“Michelle, honey?” a familiar tinny, but warm sound
pierced its way through through darkness
and seemed to cause the swirling black shadow
to dissipate.

“It’s me, Baby. Anita.I’m coming in, if you can stay calm.”
And even though she couldn’t see it
there was other staff at the door, just in case.
Michelle wrapped her arms around her nurse and began to cry.