2. The Very First Chapter
"So, what you're saying, is that your soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend James, has a split personality disorder, and attacked you?" I could hear the sympathy in the officers voice, how much he was trying to keep it out.
"Yes. I-I am getting seriously worried, I feel like he-he is going to kill me, and I just can't take it anymore!" I was starting to get hysterical by now. James-he didn't know I was here, out in the world, at the police station. He was going to do something terrible, and I didn't want to go back and a part of the things he's done to me. The things James has done-they make me feel physically sick, want to throw up right now in the officers office. Tears were threatening to spill as I gripped onto the notion that whatever happened today, I'd pull through. Barely. "Please-you have to help me! I can't-can't d-do this any-anymore..." I trailed off, as I caught glimpse of a familiar figure through the doorway.
"Mel! What are you doing here? James said you weren't answering your-oh. Oh! Mel, come with me! You know what he'll do if he finds out you're here! Hey, Patrick, I know her, don't worry. You've got to get that man under arrest. Please. Mel, come here. Sh, sh, sh, it's gonna be fine, I promise..." Marian, my sister, hugged me close, and as I smelt my older sisters familiar perfume scented scarf, fresh tears blurred my vision and trickled down my cheeks. My sisters words made me feel comforted once again, and I gripped my arms harder around her-everything was going to be ok. Just like she said it would be.