After life

My diagnosis

I was in the therapist's office for around 30 minutes. When we were done with the session my therapist left the room to come up with my diagnosis. It took her around 3 minutes at most. She came back to the room with a slip of paper and a bottle of medicine.
"Okay honey, so here's the issue. You have a mental illness called multiple personality disorder, it can also be referred to as BPD. I have you some medications right here for it." She explained to me. I had to try my best to look devastated. I put my face into my arms and sighed. I started to say, "This isn't going to ruin me, right? The medication is only going to make me feel better?"
"From all the research done you should be safe. You can't overdose on it, that has been proven. All this should do is make you feel better," she told me.
I wasn't sure how much of this I believed but it didn't matter. I knew that I didn't have bpd in the first place, I knew I had faked all my symptoms. I wasn't going to take the medicine. I was going to pretend to take the medicine but instead flush it down the toilet. She sent me back out to the waiting room and I texted my parents that I was done with my session. They texted me telling me that they were outside waiting in the parking lot so went out there to find their car. It wasn't hard to find it. It was the only mini van in the parking lot. While I was walking to the car I was thinking of ways to explain to them what I 'had'. After I got into the car and sat down I told them. I said, "My therapist told me I have BPD she gave me this medicine and this slip of paper. She said the charges where going to your card for the medicine. Is that okay?"
"Yes," my mother replied, "That is fine, hopefully the medicine will strat to help you get better."
The drive home was around 10 minutes. It wasn't too long. When we got home my parents started to make dinner. I could smell it cooking in the kitchen from the living room. I was sitting in the living room with my siblings. We were all watching a program about animals. It was on the geogra[phic channel. During dinner we were talking about my diagnosis. My parents were telling me stories they had heard from people who also had BPD. Even though I knew I didn't have it, they were interesting stories. My parents were trying to be as supportive as possible with this new information that their kid was mentally ill.
This was very odd for me. Maybe none of that stuff happened? Maybe I am just mentally ill and my brain made all that stuff up? No that couldn't have happened. I was able to feel things so it had to be real. Even if my brain had made that stuff up I wouldn't be able to feel the stuff happening. This honestly really sucked if it was real. This means if evrything here to go to shit I could never really kill myself. I couldn't find a way out. If I where to kill myself I would be punished. I would just have to live though it I guess? That's not my ideal situation but I guess that was gonna be the way it happened. I also had school tomorrow and I had no idea what this girl's school life was like. It wouldve been kinds helpful if these stupid angels had atleast told me about this girl's life and family situaion before just putting me into her body. What had even happened to her? What happened to her soul? Was she assigned to a new body too? That doesn't seem too fair to her. Taking her away from everything she knew just because I had messed up but I guess it is what it is.
I went to the laundry room after dinner to find some pajamas and a towel. It was already a bit late. My family had told a lot of stories so it made dinner a lot longer. I needed to get ready for school and take my shower.
After I was done in the shower I put my clothes on and went to my room. I got on my phone and started to listen to music until I was tired enough to fall asleep. I woke up to my phone alarm at around 7:30. School started at 8. I only had around 30 minutes to get ready but that was fine since I didn't have much that I needed to do. I just really needed to brush my hair, teeth, put on clothes, and then I would be done. I didn't do makeup or anything. That was pointless to me, It wasn't real and it never looked good on me, but im not me anymore? I am but my body isn't the same and I no longer had the same face, but wasn't my face what made me.. me? If something were to happen to the face I had and it didn't look the same was I still the same person? My body was what made me who I am externally so if something were to happen and it was to no longer look the same would I still be the same person that I thought I was? I mean I thought so but just because I thought something didn't make it true.
I didn't know how I got to school but when I walked down into the living room my mum was standing there with her keys waiting. She told me to hurry up where she could drive me to school so it wasn't that hard to figure out how I got to school. While we were in the car I asked her if she drove me to school every day. She gave me an odd look then told me yes. Maybe I should've said that differently? I guess that doesn't really matter.