They're Learning to Climb

Chapter One: Walls

I've built walls.

Only in my mind of course, but they're still walls.

Their function is the same as any other wall you'll see today, I use them to separate things, to keep things inside, and to keep things out.

They split the parts of my mind now. Reason and logic on one side, my insanity, and the result of all I've put behind me on the other.

But every now and then, things creep into my vision, I know they're not there, nor are they real, but I can still see them.

I have a theory as to why they are visible, you see, if I had not erected barriers to keep the past behind me, I would be quite, horrendously insane, I'd suffer hallucinations, hear voices and have psychotic episodes.

But I built walls.

Now, whilst the present side of my brain has dominance over the other side, and keeps up the 'sane' facade, the other side tries to cope with my past, but instead of my mind eating up the negative, my past has overcome the remaining part of me.

I keep insanity on one side and reality on the other, separated by a big wall made of sheer determination not to let the two sides mix. However, if I don't focus, the product of all the negatives in my life, slip through the barrier and appear in reality as physical manifestations.

Basically meaning that the evil creatures in my head are imprisoned by a wall, but they're learning to climb.