Perranporth Beach: A Short Story

My name’s Ian Johnson, I’m 17 years old, and since I have memory I’ve been conscious about my sickness, that started with a traumatic experience in my childhood and in the beginning was confused with an ADD, but throughout the years became something much worse than that: Quadrophenia. I’ve got 4 extra personalities, maybe that sounds funny or weird, but it’s a constant torture, because always I’m not in complete control of my mind one of the four extra personalities takes over, but depending of the guy that does it, the result is different. Lately I’ve found a quiet place isolated from the world: a rock in the far Perranporth Beach, a desert beach. Here I sit to read, to listen to music or simply to hear the sea waves hitting the rocks when I’m sad.

The sunset is coming; meanwhile the quiet sea’s sound calms down a little bit my twisted mind. This has been a tough year; Desire City has been struck by one of the strongest storms in the country’s history, and being a year full of sudden decisions too, so sudden that I think that I won’t pass my current grade in school. My sickness has considerably got worse, and having to spend a lot of time in the psychiatrist’s office, but

Sam, my best friend, accompanies me when my tutor has to sign the permissions to fabricate my medicines (he’s 19 years old, and signs the permissions instead of my parents). Sam is the only one who knows about my Quadrophenia, and had to endure my personality change various times, but he knows how to handle it. When I’m with my family sometimes, I feel like the murderer of The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe, in any time the real me will cross the madness’s barrier and I’ll finish confessing everything… just thinking about it freaks me out, since I don’t want to be consumed by my