Not With A Bang, But a Whimper

This can't be! It's impossible. No I refuse to believe it! Fey sat frantically staring down at the few papers in her hands. There it was, visible as the sun, but then again here in Washington Heights the sun was never visible. This must be the same. There was no way.
Of course it is. Just read it.
"That voice! Where is it coming from? Why? What is happening? Go Away!"
And yet Fey found herself looking at the pile of papers. Outside Fey heard the faint call of an ice cream truck, as if mocking the childhood Fey knew nothing of, and now wasn't sure she wanted to learn about.
"Stop it! My God! That Music!" Recently Fey had been blacking out more and more, to the extent she realized she couldn't call it spacing out. Things were slipping. Days were fading. People she saw were becoming vague figures in her mind, she knew she'd seen them, but she couldn't remember where. When she'd come to the shop today, the lava lamps were on. Fey never left them on. Finicky had become more distant from her as well. Choosing to stay at the apartment more often then not, and he hadn't had the same familiarity as he used to. On the counter the stack of papers Fey now held had been placed. After reading the first few lines on the top page, Fey had stopped reading.
"The patient shows that there may be far deeper conflicts at work within her. Apart from her outward personality, one which seems to be built entirely upon the joy of seeing others' misery, there is another, more delicate, personality that seems to wish to see only the good in every creature and object on earth. It seems that some childhood incident led to this separation of essentially 'light' and 'dark'. However, whatever the cause, the dominant personality Lillith has been reluctant to share anything about herself, and it appears that the passive personality, who seems to not even have a name, doesn't even know of Lillith's existence, nor her situation."
Fey just sat and stared. What didn't she know? What had happened? Read on, it'll explain enough. The voice had been getting louder and louder, and harder to ignore. Fey didn't want to read on. She wouldn't. No. She slammed the papers on the table and ran out the shop into the street.

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Fey didn't know how she wound up at the chapel, or when memories started to come back. She sat there with her back against one of the walls of the chapel. Like the world around her it was cold to the touch. She leaned her head back against it, the tears she'd cried had mixed with the dust around her and created streaks of dark against the lightness of her skin. Just a few years ago Fey had left the hospital, but before that.......
"Fey I'm really impressed with the progress we've made. You seem to have really blossomed."
"Thank you Dr. Loomis. I appreciate your kind encouragement." Loomis smiled at Fey, the name she'd picked out seemed so appropriate.
That's right. He helped me pick the name out. Then later.....
"Without her intruding upon your life, I believe that you can live happily." It had been years since Loomis had such a promising patient. "Now, you know that after the session you probably won't remember most of you time here, if any. Anything you associate with her will be erased from your memory." Fey nodded.
"But I'll be free, right? No more of her mind games, she'll be gone. Asleep." A worried look crossed Fey's face. In the past all the various pills out to control this disorder had failed. Lillith always returned. She was just too strong.
"Yes, she should go to sleep. Now remember, there is no guarantee that she will remain gone. But if she will resurface, it is in her personality to resurface sooner rather than later."

Back in the present, Fey laughed.
"It was all part of her plan to get me comfortable and then take everything back. She's free. Nothing to stop her, the check-ups stopped a year and a half ago. The world is hers." Inside her head Fey heard a cold laugh. This was it. There could be no other way. Fey had failed in the past and would fail now, but maybe she could leave some goodness in the world.

Fey shut the door to her apartment and took the basket she carried to the elevator. She rode for a purpose today. On the 9th floor, Fey got off. She reached inside her and allowed her feelings to guide her. Outside apartment 982, she placed the basket full of candles and incense for luck and love.

Fey turned and went back to the elevator, perhaps for HER last ride.