Voices
Timothy's Psyche
“You better get up, Timothy,” his mom shouted as she knocked on the outside of his locked bedroom door. “You’re going to be late for school.”
“I don’t care, mom. I’m not going to school today.”
“Are you sick?”
“No, I’m just not going.”
She knocked a few more times but Timothy put a copy of Led Zeppelin’s Physical Graffiti on the turntable to drown his mom out.
Timothy lay on his bed nude getting lost in the music. He felt good being next to himself and living in any fantasy he desired.
He figured that the earliest human beings had no clothes and being nude brought him closer to our most primal instincts. Plus he got a thrill from feeling his tight 17-year-old body.
“I hate school,” Timothy thought. “Maybe I’ll quit and do some nude modeling. I can be the guy posing in an art class.”
Timothy lay there thinking about how he could be in charge of his destiny. He could be his own man.
As he thought more and more about this, his subconscious mind took over and the voices in his head began speaking.
“Do it, Timothy. Quit school. Do something for yourself. Forget the others. Forget everything, Timothy. Nothing matters, not even God. Do it Timothy walk out in the streets naked for all humanity to see your vulnerability and your manhood. Do it Timothy. Hold it in your hand and be proud. Go ahead Timothy, do it. Become a man today, Timothy. Cut yourself and let the blood flow. Free yourself, Timothy. Be your own man Timothy. Take charge of your…”
Suddenly Timothy came out of his trance-like thoughts, “Wait,” he thought, “What was that? What did you say?” Timothy asked his conscience. “Did you say; cut yourself?” “Yes, you did.”
Timothy got up from his bed and took a double sided razor blade and proceeded to cut in. He closed his eyes and cocked his head upward. He cut in at the wrist and dragged the blade upward. He felt ecstasy and comfort shouting out, “Thank you, God, thank you, Goddess, thank you, High Priest.”
Timothy began to feel weak but kept following the commands of the dark inner voice as he walked toward his bedroom door and opened it. He took one step out of the bedroom and fell over the edge of the cliff down into the valley of doom.
An hour later, Timothy’s mom found him lying nude outside his door, in a pool of blood.
Three days later Timothy finally awoke from a traumatic coma. His mom was sitting in a chair in the hospital room in deep prayer, with her eyes closed and hands clasped.
Timothy watched her for a moment. She looked like an Angel with her caring eyes closed and her delicate head nodding downward.
“Mom,” he said, “You’re here.”
“Yes, of course, my pretty boy. I will always be here for you no matter what.”
She walked over to his bed and hugged him.
“What happened? Why did you do this, my son?”
“Mom it was those voices, lurking in the shadows mingling with my thoughts. They told me to run outside naked and to cut myself. They told me to cut myself. That’s all I heard ‘cut in’.”
“I love you, Timothy.” She said with tears rolling down her cheeks.
“I know you do, Mom. Your love gives me the strength to carry on. You’re the only one that believes in me 100%.”
“I do believe in you, Timothy. I found this on your desk, dated April 27, 2024. You wrote it on the day you cut yourself.”
Timothy took the paper and read the poem aloud.
Cut In to Cut Out
Cut in for love
Cut in to be free
Cut in for the dove
Cut in to be
Cut out the demons
Cut out the hate
Cut out for freedom
Cut out for fate
Cut out the fear
Cut out the night
Cut out the tears
Cut in for light
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Voices (Part Two) is available here:
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This story is for Randy Baker's Prompted #4 Challenge
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The story is based on a poem I wrote entitled The Psyche's Canvas
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I live with a person that suffers from mental health issues. She hears voices in her head. If you or someone you know struggles with this please call the Mental Health Hotline at 866-903-3787
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With Love, RHC ❤️
About the Creator
Rick Henry Christopher
Writing is a distraction to fulfill my need for intellectual stimulus, emotional release, and soothing the bruises of the day.
The shattered pieces of life will not discourage me.
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Comments (16)
Well-wrought, sir! An appeal to a higher reason becomes necessary, and sometimes it must be another who makes that appeal on our behalf. Blessed are those strong enough to do so! May they be ever victorious!
Poignantly written regarding mental health issues!!! Congratulations on the Leaderboard H. M.!!!💕❤️❤️
Voices from inside are authoritative but seldom authentic. They’re primitive. Beware! Great story.
Ugh!!! Great job dealing with such a rough topic. I no longer think people who hear voices are 'crazy' Well, some of them are but not because they hear the voices. They were 'out there' before the voices began. I know someone with Schizophrenia, and they are pretty honest about how it affects them. They have done an amazing job managing their life despite the negative voices.
Mental health is so fragile. So glad you are making this known. As a mom, though....at the "No, I'm just not going," his pretty, naked butt would have been yanked out of that bed. But, I'm just old fashioned like that, even though I like Led Zeppelin.
Wow, this is sad and scary blended so well with love and hope. Thank you Rick for writing such a difficult story
This became supremely intense, Rick and so well-written! I loved the internal dialogue and use of the voices and that poem is haunting. 👏💚😊
Everything Marie said. I couldn't say it better. Hard reading, Rick but only in terms of the content, not the writing.
My heart goes out to Timothy 🥺 Loved your story!
BRAVO Cousin! You handled this topic with a great deal of compassion & class! It was very well written & poignant!
I once met someone who suffered from multiple personalities disorder or dissociative identity disorder, or schizofrenia. There are several mental disorders characterised by hearing inner voices that fight to take control of the person. He said one of "them" inside was always wanting him to cut the body, and that he (who called himself the protector) tried to fight that. He said that the one wanting to cut wanted to do it to stop the emotional pain. He tried to explain to me how it was like to live with others inside. I don't remember if he was taking any medication at the time.
Good writing on a hard topic. Thanks for shedding light, Rick, and for doing what you can with your skills and obvious empathy.
So sad! ❤️ I see people who are experiencing the voices too. I always think how difficult that has to be!❤️
Great Story 🌹
Awesome writing Rick! As always!
Ah, this is a hard story.