To all the people who have family members, friends, or are themselves inflicted with DID, better known as multiple personality disorder, this isn't an accurate representation of the disorder (quite obviously), so please don't feel offended as this is simply fiction. And no, I am not the kind of person that thinks DID is a super power, as I myself lived with it during my childhood. Now that that's said, on to the story :)
The last time I saw the sun, it was already hanging low in the sky.
‘This is my house,’ the person next to me said. I nodded dreamily, just before it all flashed back in my head. The person next to me was Anna. She was walking with me. I was on a street. My name was Ashley. And this was her house.
‘Oh right, sure, go ahead. I’ll find my way home anyways,’
She looked at me a bit sideways, maybe not getting much the whole ideal behind my course of thoughts. But shrugged it off. ‘Sure. See ya tomorrow,’
And then she was gone.
no one loves you
It hurt. That thought hurt. I spun around and walked a bit faster to my house.
..socially inept.. failure..
The words kept fading in and out. It was immensely bizarre and yet familiar at the same time. I glanced around, half expecting to see someone staring at me. But there was no one.
I barely made it halfway down the street when I felt a presence behind me.
And there was a presence. A car. I didn’t recognize the specimen, I wasn’t good at that- it’s not that I took interest in knowing the different types of moving vehicles.
But what did catch my interest, was whether or not it was following me.
I turned down some other streets, my heart already in my throat I could barely breathe. Turning around, I saw it again. And my whole body went limp.
No no no no no
It sped up to my side, and then again; I could almost see the window roll down and a fake, innocent-looking face stare at me right in the eye while the words spilled out. The deadly “do you want a free drive home?” in those sickly sympathetic eyes.
The car skidded to a stop in a way that I had to stop since it blocked my passage. The window rolled down.
-wantme to bring you home?”
And now my heart was racing.
I gulped noisily.
“No- no thanks. It’s- it’s fine, really. I was just going to meet up with my sister- she.. said she’d meet with me up down there-“
“I can get you there if you want,”
That’s when I could get a real good look at her face. Almond eyes. Platinum hair that fell freely on her shoulders. And an inviting, bloody smile. But there was something cold about her almond eyes, like something died in them. They made me increasingly uncomfortable.
‘No.. really, it’s fine,’ something clicked in my mind. “Well actually, I would appreciate a lift,’ the words poured out of their own will, from a mouth which wasn’t mine. “But I’d need help. My hands are full.”
She disappeared behind her window as it rolled back up, and then the handle on her door clicked, and suddenly I was sprinting.
I didn’t look behind me, I was too afraid. I hoped she was still in her car.
Just like she was now.
I soon realized that the vivid image of her was in my head, and that my eyes were actually shut tightly close.
Suddenly I twisted my foot and I tripped. My eyes shot open, as the concrete rushed up to meet my face. Seconds before I hit the pavement, my vision went blurry, then blacked out.
First came the pain, then the actual darkness.
When I came back to my senses, a drop of sunlight was shining through the windows. At first I thought I was in my room, but I quickly caught up with my last train of thoughts. The person I had been walking with was Anna. She had been walking with me. I had been on a street. My name had been Ashley. And this had been her house.
And now I was in a car.
I jumped out of my seat as I realized where I was and in whose company. Adrenaline washed over pain. Wow, that really hurts, I caught my head in my hands as a sharp throb hammered it’s way in my skull. What happened? Oh right. I slipped.
‘Sorry for that,’ the driver said as she adjusted the rear view mirror. Her piercing gaze was now fixed on me. ‘When I arrived you had already fallen. I thought you’d appreciate if I took you to a friend of mine. She’s a doctor. She’d know what to do.’
My hand shifted over to the door handle, but it was firmly locked. My fingers pulled on the handle for a while, before I let my hand fall down. Limp.
‘It’s okay. Can you drive me home now?’ I asked weakly. I looked down at my hands.
‘Sorry sweetheart, I can’t,’
‘My sis- .. she’ll be looking for me,’
Her gaze just hardened on the road. I figured no words would sway her. But it was true. My sis would start looking for me.
I just want to go home.
The more I looked around, the less I recognized the place I was in.
Why won’t she just let me go.
And what is she going to do to me?
I was trying to keep calm. Wasn’t easy.
The more I studied her face, the less I understood why I ever thought her eyes were almond. They were pitch black. Almost exactly resembling the eyes of sharks, inky and devoid of feelings. Eyes robbed of all humanity.
Will she hurt me?
And what am I going to tell my Parents? If I ever see them again. And my sis? And what-
“-we are almost arrived.” She said. Interrupting without knowing, my train of thoughts.
And by the look of the place which we were in, which was a “lovely” dark forest by the way, I had my doubts about her friend being a doctor. Or her even wanting to take me to the doctor’s.
‘You’ll regret doing this,’ I said quietly. She looked at me sharply then focused back on the road. My heart was racing. ‘My sis will be looking for me. She always knows where I am.’ Her eyes stayed focused on the road.
I was starting to stress out. And not in a healthy way. Rather in a painful rollercoaster of fear and curiosity.
And in periods of stress, stress being something quite common in my life; I’d always go for-
-my hands groped at my bare neck-
-I lost my cross
A great feeling of nausea overcame me,
no no no no no
Pangs of pain shot up in my skull, crushing, churning pain. And then suddenly my vision was fading in and out and big yellow and red spots started twinkling in my vision. I blinked them away, and now my head was spinning.
‘She’ll know..’ I repeated through a haze. And in that same state of half awareness and half asleep state, I unzipped my bag and pulled out a large kitchen knife. I tilted it a bit in the light, admiring drunkenly the way it caught the sunlight.
The drivers’ eyes darted back to the rear view mirror, and then suddenly I was slashing violently at her face. She pulled away from me with a shriek, her hand drawn out to protect her. The knife cut through the air and came away sticky with blood.
‘Put the knife down!’ She kept shrieking. ‘Put the knife down!’
Through my state I could hear her flashing thoughts crystal clear.
Where did she get a knife?! Was loud. But am I going to die? Was even louder.
She spun the car around, hoping to make me lose my balance and snap me out of my trance. And the violence of her turn actually made me lose my balance, blowing the air out of me as I landed heavily on the back seats.
She tried to unlock the door, whimpering and sobbing. But her fingers were too sticky, and fumbled too much. I still lay dazed in the back, almost totally knocked out.
I reached out beneath the seats looking for my knife, but it was well out of reach. Then I spotted my cross. I thrust out a hand for it, hesitated, then pulled back. I just couldn’t come to take it. But whatever, it’s not like I needed it. There’s no such things as demons.
Sighing, I strained to get up, and; after untying the tie in my braid- hung it around her neck and started squeezing.
I started to tighten my grip, she’s wriggling helplessly around, eyes tightly drawn shut as I squeezed harder and harder like a fish flopping helplessly, caught in a net; until everything was silent, as her head flopped forwards
As I pulled away, she crumpled like a doll; and I sat back in my seat; panting from the effort.
Thanks sis, I said as I picked up the pieces of my necklace, trying my best to put them back together; and hung it around my neck. It burned a bit to the touch, but it helped the haze dissipate. Unlocking the door, I stepped out outside. ‘I told her that you were coming,’