The Weird Man

The Weird Man

It was a long day, not all days are long like this, but some of them just... lost words again. Not in a very good mood either, Joy normally is a happy, good moody person but still not all days are alike. Some days are just so so …..lost the words in the head again. It happens to everyone, but to Joy it is happening much more often now a days. Not finding proper words could not hurt anyone else more than  struggling writer. May be not struggling anymore, still it is a good modest word to describe oneself, being connected to the ground and all. All have been saying that Joy is more cocky than ever now, rude and arrogant selfish, but it can’t be true, it is just a proper attitude for a writer being all moody and cut off from everyone just helps to be alone in a crowd. Joy never felt so calm but still a little voice in the head annoying him about other unimportant stuffs, like ‘go have fun with friends’ ‘call Neha’ Neha and Joy supposed to be a couple, they are maybe he is not very clear in the terms of official relations, they have a connection and that’s nice but why not that is enough? Why he have to give this connection of mind a name? all words scattered here and there, not getting any grippes around it.

-I have to complete this or…

Joy mumbles, he does that when he feel tensed,

-you should stop talking to yourself and start concentrating on your thoughts more don’t you think?

It is the weird man again, usual smirk on his face, he just like to sneak on people or just love to sneak on Joy particularly

-go will you please…not in the mood for rubbish chit chat..

Joy tightened his grip on the pen; he is now so much into old school pen and paper writing these days, not typing anymore, he just loves the feeling on the tip of his fingers after holding a pen so tight. The harsh base of a paper, the smell of it, all so nostalgic; he started his writing for the first time like that.

-you grumpy man, just mumbling and writing gibberish all day long sitting there by the window like a broken man!! What is wrong with you? Do you remember that you are alive or just forgot?

-what’s wrong with me? Are you insane? I am doing my work ,I have to write, this is what I do, and what you do weird man? Just messing with me whenever you got time, don’t you have anything else to do?

Weird man chuckled, looking right into the eyes of irritated Joy

-yes I have a lot of things to do, a world of things, I am not like you sitting around whole day writing stuff from your stupid mind, imagining things, I do real things, want to do real things but not everyone gets what they want; do they smart man??

-yaa they do… they just has to quite disturbing other people and start doing their jobs.

Weird man starts moving around the room like a mosquito looking for blood, making snarky sounds, Joy never liked that man, he is so aggressive and attacking all the time, following him, always talking to him, Joy pushed all other people away just to be alone, to think in peace, but not this man

-you want to get rid of me right? Like you did with all others around you? But I am not that easy buddy, you are the person stopping me to doing things that I like, that i desperately needs, moving from here, from this stupid hell hole, but you sitting here, holding me back, and I am not going to make that easy for you.

-what are you talking about? You followed me all this time, still you followed me , came here to just mess with me and you are accusing me of holding you back? You go where ever you want, go do whatever you want to do, just leave me alone to do my job.

The weird man fall down laughing like he never laughed before, the sound filling the room like a poisonous invisible gas, suffocating Joy, the books all are around crumbling, he just close his ears and eyes, the man will never  leave Joy to be in peace, never let him forget the broken dreams he left behind he is going to mock him always like this.

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It was a beautiful morning, bright full of light and colors, but Neha knows it is not so much bright for someone, someone who just sits in his room all day, tries to write so hard like old days, but what else he can do? How will he going to leave that room? it’s is not in his hands, he just have to sit there, live there, only that way he will stay in the house, he will stay outside of that horrible place, Neha just can’t imagine how fast a man like him turned into that, still among all of those, lives her Joy the famous writer the dreamer she once knew.

-you are sure about it?

Neha knew this question was next, looked into the eyes of her brother Ashok

-yes sure, never been so sure before

-you cannot handle him, he is just not there anymore you know that.

-he is there just hiding from all of us, that is OK though, he will  be back to me someday.

-the Joy you are talking about not the problem, problem is that weird man, no one can handle that.

Neha muttered, it’s true she saw the weird man many times before, she was the first to recognize him, the eyes were wild, cruel face, with no emotion, and at the first look she knew that he was nothing but trouble.

-but I can’t leave Joy alone in there, you were there right? he was dying there, how can you suggest me to send him right back?he needs me, he needs someone to come back for.

--the doctors know what to do, they can control a mad man

Neha just bust out with anger

-don’t you dare call my Joy a mad man, he is the sweetest smartest man that I will ever know, what happened to him is bad and cruel, but I will not lose him to that weird vicious man, one day I will get him back.

-you know that he has DID right? ‘Dissociative identity disorder’ he lives like totally two different man, but Joy is the submissive one, and for that reason the weird man is controlling him, and he is getting stronger everyday, doctors told me he has to be transfer to a mental facility for you own safety, please listen to me you are my little…

The crumbling sound from the other room interrupted Ashok, Neha’s big brother, the sound was similar to them, but still scary, Neha knew Joy was arguing with that man again, all alone in a locked room, somehow Joy knew he has to live in a close world, he just wanted to write, fictions, characters so fiery and aggressive, but somehow he triggered his own alter ego, the darkness in his mind from his past created something so dark, the seed was there in his genes so one day the weird man came and took over, he is growing stronger, Joy never liked fighting he just want to live in peace and calmly. Neha looked at the window Joy was standing looking back at her but the eyes, the eyes were not his, and there the grin on his face, Neha closed her eyes, it will be a fight between three people Joy, Neha and the Weird man.

("Dissociation identity disorder" DID also known as multiple personality disorder, one person with multiple personality a mental condition.)