Relinquish Control

Slowly, the spasms subsided as Amanda reasserted herself. Although the loss of control was frightening at the most instinctual level, you resigned yourself to giving her the reigns. At a pragmatic level, it would do no good for the both of you to violently, senselessly duke it out, stressing the one shared body between yourselves; besides, it was her body. Admittedly, however, you initially surrendered only out of the sheer power of her existence, its pugnaciousness catching you completely off-guard. At least you retained some existence, seeming to become an uninvolved viewer in the back of her mind.

Steadying and standing up on her bed, Amanda peaks into the mirror. Much to your surprise, you hear an accompanying commentary blared throughout your mind.

Epilepsy? Wouldn't think so.... Weird stuff doing earlier... out of it... Spazzing out on the floor like the one guy with that dog... Golden Retriever.... Tiredness perhaps?....

As the words pounded upon your perspective, images and ideas also seemed to flicker like lightning bolts and firecrackers, instantaneous, but with a powerful and lasting impression. You screamed internally, trying to get away from the infernal situation.

Slinking away from the stimuli you managed to tumble into somewhere dark and quiet, mysterious in its purpose and undefined in dimensions.