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Chapter 6
I guess it was only to be expected that sooner or later having to deal
with two merging personalities began to prove just too much, especially
when Siobhan one evening on one of the increasingly rare occasions we
were together, finding a bottle of Guinness in a cupboard drank it as if
she'd been doing it all her life !
Worse all she ever seemed to want to talk about was her metalwork,
leaving me with the sinking feeling that she and Brendan regardless of
which body they were in, were fast becoming one single personality and
that I would soon be no more than a friend helping out.
And it was during this really strange period that I realised Siobhan's
feelings towards me had vanished completely, probably because from now on
it would always unfortunately have to be Brendan's body visible indoors
as well as outdoors, to avoid any risks of her being seen or heard by
anyone in the neighbouring flats or locally.
In addition meaning that from now on I didn't dare risk trying to talk to
her even when she was in her own body for fear of what might happen,
nightmarish visions of split personalities or worse constantly at the
back of my mind. Especially if either of them met a friend by chance,
risking everything by getting a simple question about anything wildly and
suspiciously wrong.
Bitterly sad and unhappy as I was at the obvious loss of Siobhan herself,
there was now no question that we all had to leave the Dublin area as
quickly as possible and for good.
And that whilst I would always keep on trying to reach and bring back
Siobhan permanently, life still had to go on and an important job to
keep, above all the long overdue rent that had to be paid because I'd
finally received a letter from my landlord to start doing something soon
about reducing the outstanding balance.
Unfortunately whilst Brendan was becoming a little more like his old
self, knowing without question that it was at poor Siobhan's expense for
what else could it be, it was essential to find out and see as quickly as
possible if both could help in some way towards the rent and general
living expenses as by now my savings had almost gone.
So taking "Brendhan" with me the following day, again feeling how
sickening it was to know that she was so close yet imprisoned and
completely inaccessible, we'd quickly scoured all the Dublin woodworking
and metal making shops we could find, as well as the many small markets
and bazaars to get an idea of the competition and prices. Eventually
bringing home various kits and tools they could immediately start
practicing with before I had to be back at work after the Christmas
break.
Mercifully it was soon evident that they were both fine craftsmen, each
patiently waiting their turn to transform into their own bodies to design
and create in Siobhan's case several small finely detailed items of
metalwork and artefacts in much the same style as the ones she had bought
at the village shop, whilst Brendan produced his customary fine examples
of carved woodwork.
So that some 2 or 3 weeks later during one very much extended lunch
break, I was able to sell nearly all the examples they'd made realising
sufficient profit to not only buy more supplies for them, but reducing my
outstanding balance owing to the bank by nearly a quarter such was the
interest shown !
Moreover their individual personalities by this time seemed to have
merged so much, that by about the beginning of March my balance at the
bank was back in the black almost the highest it had ever been.
Obviously now there that there was the prospect of a steady income it was
vital I started looking for a temporary roof to get on with things more
efficiently and most of all in complete privacy, so as to start
concentrating on helping Siobhan as quickly as possible.
Fortunately never having contacted my bank after all for a small increase
in my overdraft to settle all the outstanding rent, I realised it would
now be a lot easier to seek a loan towards moving out of Dublin with its
highly expensive rents, and getting a much cheaper place well out in the
country commuting in daily.
Then once I'd worked out how much I needed to borrow against projected
income and outgoings, I reckoned I'd just about be able to cover all
monthly repayments from my salary alone.
And just as I'd hoped once the bank knew what the loan was for it was
soon agreed that it would not only cover my outstanding rent, find
somewhere to stay temporarily but in the longer term to find a permanent
roof for Brendan and myself as soon as possible.
Once I'd settled all the outstanding rent and gave notice that I would
leave my flat by the end of the month, I'd then used part of the loan to
quickly rent a cheap, small isolated unfurnished cottage available at the
end of the month most importantly miles away from where my parents lived,
as although they were always very busy like myself they'd obviously freak
out completely if they ever found out what was really happening !
However most important of all it had a small metal shed at the bottom of
the garden we could use as a temporary workshop until I could find
somewhere permanent for us to live.
Once we'd moved in those first few weeks were very busy indeed, both
taking turns as usual in their own bodies to make things, though
unfortunately it was still just as impossible to know who was in charge.
Nevertheless they produced some very fine craftmanship indeed Siobhan not
only making some breathtakingly ornate and beautiful metalwork and
artefacts with finely engraved Celtic and Gaelic runic themes, but
Brendan strangely creating some of the finest and most imaginative
woodwork carvings of large wooden garden tables and chairs I'd ever seen
him make, most of which all sold within two or three weeks at a very
handsome profit indeed,
I've often wondered since though if this unusually finely carved woodwork
Brendan made was in fact Siobhan's work, it certainly wouldn't surprise
me in the least if it had been...
However dark clouds were gathering as it soon became obvious that Brendan
not only being the much more powerful personality, was also now the
dominant one and that frighteningly the physical appearances of Siobhan
were starting to become fewer and fewer; even during the evenings after
work and that wasn't counting how dull and boring she'd started to become
sounding more and more like Brendan everyday.
And even on the increasingly rare occasions when Siobhan briefly did
appear she was now desperately thin, wasted and quickly exhausted, not
only her natural vitality and sense of fun gone, but perhaps most
revealing of all and knowing how much she had always loved and taken care
of her long hair, it was now always straggly, dirty and unkempt which
looked awful and so unlike her.
At the same time getting the clear impression that she was being forced
to spend more and more time as Brendan, as he'd suddenly started creating
exactly the same exquisite metalwork items that she had done when in her
body, leaving me even more afraid for Siobhan's existence than ever. In
fact depressingly reminding me sharply of an old eerie 50's film called
"The Three Faces of Eve" which was also a true story....
Yet who I wondered miserably would ever know or care about Siobhan
especially now that she was officially dead and buried except myself.
That she was now seemingly lost for ever, unable to be contacted even by
myself for the risk was just too great especially knowing Brendan's
fiery, unpredictable and occasionally violent temper.
And although my heart definitely wasn't in it from the financial point of
view we were quickly becoming well known and making a healthy profit,
selling to enthusiastic owners of tourist shops, markets and bazaars in
Dublin before I got to the office, then later on during my lunch break
and finally after work.
Of course now operating from a much stronger credit base than ever
before, it was now absolutely vital to quickly find somewhere to live
permanently and in as much privacy as possible.
As it turned out it was not long after Easter we'd not only moved to a
decent sized isolated cottage well back from a small lane, the nearest
neighbours being on a large arable farm some half mile away, we'd also
saved enough for me to thankfully quit my dreary desk job at last,
because it gave me the opportunity to hopefully fulfil my dream of
becoming a writer full time...
Which was just what I wanted as from now on it meant I could be with
Siobhan all the time, so as to start fighting back against Brendan's now
quite blatant attempts to take over her mind and body completely.
The first step towards this was helping out as an assistant doing odd
jobs for them whilst taking care of all the paperwork and keeping the
accounts etc., as by now we'd started to save quite a lot of money indeed
and were soon paying off my loan regularly.
Then unfortunately without warning something potentially catastrophic
happened that I stupidly hadn't foreseen, because Brendan probably waking
up to the fact that he could easily become the main breadwinner any time
he wanted, had started becoming a lot more argumentative as to how the
money we were making should be spent, things that had never ever bothered
him before when he just gave me the rent and forgot about it.
Because if things carried on the way they were, there was nothing to stop
him walking out on me whenever he wanted taking Siobhan with him....
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