Hi. I’m Kallan. I prefer the Witch Queen. Fae Queen. That is my real name. Anna named me Kallan after her book character, Kallan. I am the BDSM Mistress. The purple leather jacket belongs to me. I am the logic of Anna’s brain. One might say I’m the Ego, but that would be Bergen.
“I can’t help being this good.”
“Would you shut up. Just once.”
I’ll give you the tour of Anna’s mind. There is the Dome. These are the “rooms” in the mind where we all meet and reconvene. We each have our own Dome. The Cargo Bay, is that what we’re calling it now? The space ship?”
“The space ship!”
Kallan rolls her eyes and gets back to it.
“Right. The space ship. That is our primary meeting place located in the ForeMind. Foremind is a term Anna invented to locate the different parts of the mind. A tour… huh. I guess this is a literal tour.
In the center of the mind is Angel’s room. Angel is the Id. She is the youngest of us all. When we first met Angel, all she did was scream. Angel is our Voice. And our Emotions. She isn’t actually an Alter, she’s our inner child. It’s imperative that she talks. In fact, when she doesn’t talk, that’s when we struggle.
Angel is imperative to the System.
The System! Multiples refer to themselves as The [fill in your name] System. So we are the Anna System. These are all the parts that make up Anna and what keeps Anna running. Anna is the Conscious mind. She is what you and everyone sees. She is the physical body that we all share.
Our pronouns are she/he/they/we… all of them really. But we prefer we when talking about ourselves. There are seven of us here after all. Bergen answers to “he” and we refer to him as “he/him,” but too many times he is shoved into the “she/her” group and he doesn’t care. He gets it. He’s a man among women.
In this System, we have a Dome for each of us. The Bedroom, The Lake, The Irish Cottage, The Spaceship. And sometimes, a field of flowers… we have yet to figure out what that’s about.
The Domes are scenes, places, inside our minds where we go to feel safe. They are “inside our genie’s bottle.” And as safe as they were, they were still a prison.
I was born when Joanna was 15-years-old. Her brother was beating her and, mid-beating, Joanna switched. The pain instantly stopped. I looked up at her brother and smiled.
It scared him so much that he fell back and turned on my sister. No one touches my sister. He started strangling her, so I grabbed a pair of scissors and I stabbed him. He never beat me again.
So yeah. That’s me. I’m The Witch.
I’m the business mind in New York. The Entrepreneur. I hate relationships, loathe them. Have no tolerance for love or romance. I have too much work to do to fuck around with men and feelings. When Joanna dissociated and became all logical, that was me. I like men. Naked. On their knees. At my feet.
Or not at all.
I was the one who wrote to Anna’s Number #1 and told her that we’re a Multiple.