More Then One

Pilot

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There were many times where I had no idea what was happening, even though I should know what is going on, it was always oblivious to me. For example, the random "demons" that would possess my mother whenever something happens.
We went to church this one day and my mother went up to the pastor of the church and asked him if the demons within her soul would ever go away. In response the Father said, "How do you know you have demons?"
"Well," Says my mother, "I would black out, and wake up with my apartment destroyed, my son having bruises all over his body, and he would be scared of me, and he would never tell me whats going on, I'm scared that i may be hurting my own son, but I would never do such a thing! Never! I don't ever recall doing such a thing, or remember how I ever hurt him and he would always tell me, 'Mommy, you changed, who are you'. Father, there is a demon inside me! A demon, I tell you, hurting my son, hurting everyone around me, possessing me! God is punishing me! Why is God punishing me!"
I don't know if you noticed but my Mother is more then religious, compared to me, who never really believed in God. He wasn't there when my 'mother' would beat me so why would be be there for my Mother?
The Pastor of the church was quite surprised of the whole situation, and not in a good way. He called her an abuser, a sinner, a witch, a demon, because the Pastor probably assumed that she was possessed now and had the logic of "if she's possessed by a demon, then I'm probably talking to the demon right now." And when he poured the holy water, it did no effect which made him more scared and he called the cops.
The cops arrested the pastor for calling for a non emergencies, merely because he said "this witch is a demon", and the cops were probably atheists as well.
Let me remind you, I was only a 10 when this happened.
10 for goodness sake, a 10 year old shouldn't be witnessing his mother being beaten with holy water, what a sinful sight... haha jokes. Fuck the Bible, God didn't even write it.
My mother went to church to church, and each one had a worse and worse outcome. My mother would come home with bruises, and even sometimes a cut lip. Whenever I asked her of where they came from, she would just say that they are curing her, which was the biggest bullshit I ever heard in my entire life. Fuck that shit. I called the cop on all of them, every single one. I was 11 at this point, I shouldn't have known these things but when you see your father do these things to other woman, you get the idea of the situation.
All of them went to court, we won each time, and we would 'get money off of it'.
During the interrogation, one of the officers asked me if she was abusive. I told them no, it wasn't my mother, because my mother wouldn't do such things. As a child with demons as believable fairy tales, i blamed them on the demons that come and go, and each one had a different personality. Each one gave me pain differently, some of them even took care of me, which I believed my mom was possessed by an angel as well. The officers didn't believe a single word I said, because... well, I was 11, and I was going through psychological shock.
Until they interrogated my mother.
Then interrogated her for two hours, forty minute and third-teen seconds. And then they brought in a psychiatrist, and the psychiatrist talked with her for another one hour, thirty-six minutes and forty-two seconds. I watched the video tapes over, and over, and over, and over again memorizing everything that happened in the video and I still watch it till this day, studying it, watching it as she changes and changes personalities, watching as the angels and demons possessed her like it was just a cycle of boredom and going in circles because they just felt like it. That idea, filled me with rage to the point I broke the TV in front of me; it was quite heavy, but at least i let my anger out.
I never felt so much rage in my gut before, it was almost scary. If that anger was never trained out of me, I would've been quite a violent person.
They finished with the psychiatrist, and they said that she has D.I.D., which is Dissociative Identity Disorder, and said she had to be kept under watch until she is safe enough to be around people. She was able to stay home, although there was always a nurse to help her, and this nurse knows how to fight. It was kind of scary, but she made good food, and that would always make my bad days feel better.
She would go on walks with her Psychiatrist and sometimes i would ask if i can walk a with her as well, but sadly i never been on a single walk with her, probably because she's a therapist slash psychiatrist, she has more important things to do, like go to therapy, you know, every therapist has their own therapist, probably not, probably so.
My mother isn't better. She still is very violent at times, and still very physically abusing, but at least we were able to name all of the personalities that come up, and if something new comes, we take care of them as well, welcoming them to our 'family'.
Five years later, i studied to become a psychiatrist. Mostly studying DID, but since DID is such a rare case, not a lot of schools teach it, specifically but i did learn as much as i could about the topic of psychology, and whatever the package comes with. While learning psychology, the more and more I realized about people, and which friends to properly get rid of, and controlling the way people talk and how they act, basically having everyone under my submitting, without them knowing they are. Just to clarify i never use these things in a selfish way, just experiments to see if what I'm studying is upon my time, because i don't want to waist my time learning something i don't need, and waiting my my money on it.
I studied eight years of psychology and the study of the mind, every inch and direction, even bothered to learn horology and astrology, which is the study of time and space, because apparently zodiacs play in a big role upon someone's personality traits, future, and ideas.
A little side note, in my freshman year in my second university, my professor asked me to study some extra credit, just to ... "experiment" some physical interaction... i was against it at first, but after a lot of asking, i couldn't help but be curious and... well, i enjoyed it a little too much. He was a little too good at the situation, made me realize i might just be gay. And then i realized i was gay when i had sex with a girl, and let me tell you it was disgusting. Fucking disgusting. So everyday after class, i used my professor for sex, but not to worry he didn't take my virginity, pegging myself did. If his wife and girlfriend found out about this, no more good sex, so i kept our secret nice and quiet.
   Senior year of high school, i was a bit excited finally being satisfied with everything that is going on. Honestly, I was excited to graduate and see my mother, tell her everything, but I knew this was gonna be harder then anything else, and since this is the second time being senior in a private university, I'm pretty sure they will have higher standards for me. This year is going to be intense.
    I enter the university, starting off my last year.
    Lucky me, I had my perverted Professor as one of my teaches for this year, which means nice sex to relieve some stress, but am a little grateful that he isn't my first class, I hate the mornings so much, but at least its a good class that isn't a pain in the ass.
    For my first class, its Psychology 111. There are different Psychology classes for each year, merely because this school holds requirements when you start a new year, and when you don't meet the requirements, you begin them, and go on. For Psychology, the requirements of learning is a semester of Law and Debate and anther semester of Speech. Its boring at first but its nice to feel like you better then everyone once you stand your ground. You take those classes freshman year, and then sophomore year, Psychology 1, then Psyche 11, then Psyche 111, and then you graduate. Since this is a private, there will always be some kind of high expectation upon all classes. Got a B- ? Well you have a risk of having to drop a class or if you have a lot of C's, then you have the risk of being dropped out of school. "No slackers" they said. "It'll be fine" they said, and i call bullshit.
None of this is easy... No one said it was going to be.
    I enter my class, and everyone looked like shit. How can they not? As well as being prepared for some dark shit; i heard that the professor was preparing some students upon a field trip to Seoul, and no one really knows whats in Seoul that we have to study besides a psychiatric ward.
    Oh....
    Well, i hope i never go there. I'm not here to become a fucking therapist, I'm here to help my mother upon her DID. I don't fucking care about the world. Why would i ever be chosen to go in the first place, i deserve something better.
    I looked at the professor before signing softly, it seemed that he was eyeing me and i didn't like it whatsoever. He watched me walk to my seat up on the middle row, third seat from the right, and i always try to sit here specifically, its just easy for me to watch the teacher and watch for other people, or watch out at the door for the nurses that keep an eye on my mother, or maybe security guard because they found out i was getting butt-fucked by a teacher.
    And once the bell rang, school started, and the Professor announces the little "news" no one defiantly didn't know about.
    "Ladies and gentlemen," The Professor said, loud and clear. "I don't know if you heard of what i'm planning, but i shall share it anyways so, prepare yourself." How bold of him to assume we will lose our fucking brains over a field trip. "In Seoul, there is a Psychiatric ward, and in that Ward, there are some patients there that are quite, I guess you can say rare, very rare, but very dangerous. Meaning they killed people along with a few other things, and it is quite a heavy atmosphere, if you are in the same room as them, and i am picking out various people to go, and I'm sorry to say, you don't have a choice, only because you had enough choices to pick these classes, and pay for it, along with buying your way into this school. So what this field trip is, is basically another equipment you have to go through to graduate."
Well fuck. Jesus Christ we are being held gunpoint to do something we don't want to do.
    "And if you are chosen, the only choice you have is dropping the class or being expelled." And another big, 'oh fuck' for me. "And so that is that. What you been studying you whole time here is what you will study within the ward. And you don't have to worry about your other classes, they will be cancelled and taken care of while you're gone for the time you will be there. Now lucky for this class, I'm only pulling out one person from here to go with me to Seoul."
Fuck fuck fuck.
    "Liam Crow?"
    And once the professor called my dumb-ass, i was ready to quit the fucking class right then and there.
    "Yes you, Mr, Crow, i hope you prepared yourself, only because you. Are the only student here thats been to two different universities to study DID, and lucky you. You get to meet someone upon the extreme side of the issue."
Wait, there is more the one person with DID so close?
    I... had no idea.
    "Mr. Crow?" I look up at the professor, I didn't know he was calling me constantly. "Mr. Crow, here is the information about the field trip, you are leaving next week Monday evening," He says, giving me the field trip form. "All of it will be paid by the school. Just pack up and we will go from there."
    "Yeah, alright," and obviously i was furious, but if i show that here, he will probably bring me to another useless fiend trip of taking care of a person that will fucking murder me, but i can bet he knew i was angry at the situation, i mean for fuck sakes we are in Psychology Class.