A MIND DIVIDED
I felt a Cleaving in my Mind— As if my Brain had split— I tried to match it—Seam by Seam— But could not make them fit.
The thought behind, I strove to join Unto the thought before— But Sequence raveled out of Sound Like Balls—upon a Floor.
—Emily Dickinson “Poem 937”
S cott's mom and dad, Sue and Phil, were puzzled and frightened. Scott, a nice-looking kid despite his rather scraggly blond hair and baggy, ill-fitting clothing, was no longer taking care of his appearance. He showered infrequently and seemed to have stopped brushing his teeth. Even his younger sister, Laura, was beginning to say he was outside the normal range for cool teenage scruffiness. He was also spending lots of time alone in his room and seemed to have lost interest in hanging out with his friends.Was he on drugs? Was he depressed? What could be wrong?
If I tell them what is happening, they will probably think I am losing my mind and make me see a psychiatrist, Scott thought to himself. God, it's scary. Maybe I should tell them.
Everyone is making fun of me all the time. Mom and dad wouldn't believe it if I told them how bad it really is.
You can't imagine what it is like. My whole life has changed. It is like I woke up and found myself living in hell.Almost everyone around me is like a demon who is tormenting me. I get to school in the morning, and everyone is staring at me.A bunch of kids will be standing in the hall. I can tell that they are talking about me. I hear them saying my name, while they're standing around laughing and making jokes. I can just tell. Really, they say “See, Scott just walked in the door. He looks like he has been jerking off all night long. He's Scott the jerk-off jerk.” Then they laugh like it's the funniest