This is a romance story about two women. One was betrayed by love and the other one who can't remember her past and has DID also known as Split Personality Disorder.
"You are mine, Lisa Manoban. You're not allowed to be with another woman".
"So pos...
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Jane finished the milk and put the glass in the sink and turned to go.
Lisa stopped her and spoke "You clean after yourself. Wash the glass, Jane".
"Whatever".
Lisa went out to her study room and Jane washed the glass.
LISA'S STUDY ROOM.
Jane stopped at her door and looked at the door to the study room. She smirked and went to open the door and entered. She saw Lisa reading some documents and typing on her computer.
Lisa looked up and saw her. "Do you need something?" She asked Jane.
"No, I can't sleep. Do you mind if I...like stay here for a while with you?" Jane said and tried to pry into Lisa's computer.
"Sit down". Lisa said and turned off the screen of the computer and focused on the files in front of her.
"Thanks". Jane looked at the unfamiliar study room curiously.
Jane watched Lisa intensely as she worked. Lisa sighed and looked at her and spoke."What is it? Do you have something to say to me? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I know you hate me" Jane said as a matter of fact.
"What makes you think so?" Lisa shook her head and smirked.
"Because I'm not Jennie".
"I don't hate you. I'm not just familiar with you yet" Lisa said honestly. She was still not used to her appearance
"Yeah, I know. So, can you tell me more about the accident?" Jane asked.
"The accident?" Lisa put her file away and starred at Jane as she continued.
"I was Jane before the accident. Is been five years since I was gone and I kinda need to know what happened to me".
"I told you everything before" Lisa said not wanting to repeat her narration over again in cased Jane picked something from it. Lisa knew this new character was smart.
"That was Jennie I presume. Our memories are distinct and different from each other. The way we remember things are different and the things we experienced are also different". Jane said.
"I will tell you, if only you agree to something".
"What is that?"
"Tell me about you. I need to know who I am living with".
