ON THE VERGE

Book Summary:Jackson is setting in a hospital treatment room. His life is hopeless memories and whispers full of shadows, until death comes to visit. This story is based on some truth about personality disorders, suicide and dysfunctional demons. Ben, Carl, Denny, Darrell, Johnny, and Randy, the "others," share the same body, but each has a different life. Things are out of control. Dr. Alfred Fine "Jake" tries to help Jackson come to terms with his friends. A traumatic climax ensues with the introduction of Januari Winters. There seems to be nowhere to turn, but the answer comes very unexpectedly.CHAPTER ONEWhat the hell? Jackson thought.He set in a small, alcohol-smelling secluded hospital room reserved for those who had attempted a different way out of this world other than the nature course appointed to all people. The doctors and nurses told him it would be for observation and everyone goes to the waiting room for initial medical review.Jackson set bewildered and couldn't remember how or why he had been brought to this tiny room with its sterile furnishings and medical utensils all in disarray. He squirmed on the cot in confusion. "It's not very neat here," he said.This comment could have only come from one of his personalities who dwelt in the Inner-room. Friends. Oh, Ben would readily have jumped to the occasion to straighten up and make things tidy. His compulsive need to make things perfect often drove his host into uncomfortable positions at work and at home. Standing beyond the small window that faced the Admissions Office was Mary, his wife. She shuffled her feet left then right and made unseen designs in the dust that had settled on the counter in front of the receptionist. She watched the people milling in and out of the office area, those with impersonal glances, uncaring, but pretending to care. She had been waiting for about twenty minutes and her patience's had all but been exhausted. "Excuse me. I was supposed to see Dr. Fine, a Dr. Alfred Fine. Can you tell me if he's here or will I have to stand here all night waiting?" she asked as she exhaled and shifted her attention down the hall to the small room where Jackson had been escorted by the military police earlier that evening. He was placed there under guard awaiting consultation.Mary glanced down a pastel-colored corridor that now was mired with fingerprints from children wishing to find something to do or perhaps leaving