"Oh my God, I am so sorry!"
I lean in to see if there's any way I can help the man I just horribly injured.
"Just stay away from me, you crazy bitch."
"I'm sorry!"
"What the hell is wrong with you?!"
'Is there something wrong with me?'
'You just attacked this guy because he rejected your idea he was invulnerable, what the hell isn't wrong with you!'
'But-'
'No! There are no buts! You're probably gonna be put in a mental hospital, maybe even jail, for what you did!'
"But, I'm not crazy, am I?"
"Of course you're crazy, you just attacked me!"
"Oh, sorry, I'm thinking out loud."
"Just leave then!"
"But, you need help."
"Not from you! I'm gonna get myself to the hospital, and I don't want to worry about you attacking me again."
'Wait, did you notice something?'
'Would you stop doing that; that's how we got in this mess in the first place.'
"Let me call them for you."
"Didn't you hear me already, I don't want you involved in anything else here, okay."
"But-"
"Get out!"
"Fine."
I start walking for a few steps, then make a slight pause.
"I'm crazy. I know this isn't much of an apology and I know you don't want one, but it would bother me to not say something."
Terri doesn't respond.
"Something is wrong with me. I don't know when it really happened, but I've not been thinking logically for a while. Sometimes I'm normal and the normal side of me is happy and has no issues, no need to be upset or depressed. Then, randomly, I switch over to this other side. The other side can't stand things. It's indescribable, but it's like I'm unable to handle the fact that this world is the way that it is. I desperately need something deeper, something magical and impossible. When I'm like that, I don't control what I do or say. Eventually, I switch back over to the other side and realize that I have no issues with my life, there's nothing wrong here, I'm happy. I'm the normal me right now, but, clearly I don't have control over that as much as I thought. I've been out of control these past few days, and it's my fault for letting it get to this. But, I'm going to go make sure I can't hurt anyone else. I'm sorry that whatever this is ended up hurting you."
I pause for a moment, and again begin to walk away.
"Wait."
I wait.
"You can't just say something like that and just walk away. I feel like you're gonna go home and kill yourself or something."
I don't deny it.
"Don't. Please, don't do something like that."
"I'm too unstable to be free, but I don't want to be in some kind of mental hospital."
"Stop. Please, I don't want you to kill yourself."
"No. It's worse than ever before. I'm seeing things that aren't real now. I really did see you chop into your own fingers and not bleed. But, that can't be real. So, if I really saw it, I can't even trust what I see now."
"Maybe you just misto-"
"I know what I saw! Delusions are taking over my brain and turning me into something I can't allow myself to become. There is only one way to stop this from getting worse."
For the final time, I start to walk away.
"You're not delusional!"
I stop, stand there for a moment, then turn around to face him.
"What?"
"You're not delusional."
He pulls his hand back from his blood covered face. He lifts up the bottom of his shirt and wipes the blood off. There are no wounds from my attack.
"But-"
He licks the blood off his hand.
"Ya know, corn syrup tastes so damn sweet."