When I was 7, I was in a small plane crash which killed my infant brother and dad right in front of me. Shortly afterward, I went to live with aunt and cousin because my mom was still in the hospital. He began abusing me, raping me, making me lay naked with dead animals he had just tortured. And now it's all coming back. The clonazepam and abilify can't stop this. His name is Alex, and he's talking to me, telling me I liked it, telling me to smash things. Then I hear a girl's voice and she is telling me not to listen to him, that he's evil. They both are fighting each other in my head. I feel in touch with reality though somewhat. I've just gotten used to them talking. I feel like this is something medication can't help. I just have to get deep healing from the abuse, and death of half my family.