Knowing The Cold Heart (Book 3)

Chapter 3 'Unlocked Personality'

It was when I felt your presence, it made me realize how much of a cold-hearted monster I really was. It doesn't matter how many personalities I have because, in the end, they all are me -

(Picture above is Duyon)

Duyon's POV

I sat by the table with Ton, my psychiatrist who has been helping me with my disorders for the past 3 years. I always come to his office for treatments when he's bringing my different personalities forth, in order to talk them to understand me better. We make an appointment at his home. That's the safest way for his patients and me.

The first time he brought Neron outside to talk to him, Ton was almost beaten by him. Because of the sensitive questions, Ton asked him. Lucky he had a tranquilizer in order to calm Neron down before he did something bad. This happened at his clinic, that's the reason we are now at his house.

He gave me a cup of black coffee before sitting down in front of me by the table.

''I blacked out for at least six hours yesterday. When I opened my eyes it was already morning. My body has been showered by someone and when I went to the bathroom I could see some blood on the ground'' I told him in a serious tone before taking a sip from my black coffee.

''Did the blood belong to you?'' He asked me before writing down my story on his paper note he had in front of him. ''No, I checked my whole body for fresh wounds, but I didn't found anything. It was at least 200 ml of blood on the floor, it's an amount of blood to worry about. But this isn't the only weird thing that happened in the past week'' I said to him with a worried tone. Something is going on with me and I don't know what it is.

''What are those weird things you've seen in the last week?'' He asked me.

''I blackout more often without notice. If Neron or Nameless wants to take over my body. They will ask me before taking over. Without my permission, they will not take over my body because they can't. I have control over them and they know it. The biggest problem is that I will blackout at night and wake up in the morning before I need to go to work'' I said to him.

''Ton, I even found a white T-shirt I was wearing before I went to sleep covered in blood, hidden in the trash bin in the kitchen. Sometimes I find that my hands have some scratches on them or even small wounds'' I said in a serious tone before showing him the scratches I had on my hands.

He grabbed my hands and looked closely at the scratches on my hands.

''They look like self-defense wounds made by nails. It looks like someone was defending themselves from you, Duyon'' He said in a serious tone before standing up and going to his closet full of medications.

He came back and put some bottles of pills on the table before looking back at me

''Do you have other wounds or scratches on your body other than your hands?'' He asked me in a serious tone. I never saw Ton that serious before. He looked concerned and shocked by what he was hearing and seeing. The dismayed expression was written on his face.

''Yes, but most of them are from my patients. They often hit or try defending themselves from our treatments in the institution. But that happens only with the extremely mentally ill patients'' I told him before taking my black jacket and shirt off to show him the wounds and scratches.

''You have quite a lot of bruising'' He said while eyeing my waist and shoulders. ''Are those all from your patients?'' He asked me before standing up and walking up to me to see the bruising up close.