Apparently I Have Dissociative Identity Disorder

Chapter 1: Prolonge

~~Stiles~~

I'm waiting in the Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital waiting room for my name to be called. I've come to the majority of my appointments alone not wanting to risk my dad coming drunk or even tipsy. He'd hurt me later for it, so I'd rather come alone and worry about my dad later.

My nerves are through the roof, I'm trying to fight the urge to get up and start pacing. So, I'm bouncing my leg up and down rapidly as well as clicking my pen and my other pen I'm biting it to try and calm myself and my nerves down when "Uhhh . . . . . Mr. Stilinski" 

I look up and I don't waste any time to get up, I walk over to what I think is a newer nurse. He leads me through the halls to a room telling me that Dr. Gardner will be here soon. 

I'm once again waiting but this time I get up pacing the room while tapping my pen on my other hand when the door opens. The thing is it isn't Dr. Gardner, it's Melissa. 

She closes the door behind her walking up to me when the door opens again and Dr. Gardner is there, he tells me "Stiles please sit down." 

I can tell he isn't asking so I sit down on the gurney looking at my doctor and Melissa as he asks me "Stiles this isn't going to be an easy thing to answer but I need you too alright." 

I'm immediately worried and slightly freaked out but I answer "uhh yeah, okay" I'm still a little uneasy with how he said that, but he continues "Now I need you to tell us, has your dad ever and I mean ever hurt you in anyway? It doesn't have to be physically it could be in anyway, as in verbally." 

I'm surprised that their just now asking but I don't necessarily need to hide my surprise as it could be taken as something else. I can't tell them, my dad would kill me, so instead I flat out lie "seriously what kind of question is that, not ever." 

Melissa steps closer saying "Stiles, I know you, I know that no matter what whether or not he did hurt you, you would deny it. So, I'm going to ask you to tell us the truth right now and if that is he didn't then I'll trust you but if he did then we won't do anything but help you, you can deal with your dad." 

I blink excessively kinda surprised but I wonder If this is some kind of trick but the longer, I stare into Melissa's eyes the more I'm convinced she's telling the truth, I decide to say "Umm well. 

Uh yeah, he's hurt me before, only when he's drunk though, he's only yelled, but more recently he's been getting physical, he throws his bottles at me, he tells me, more like yells at me to clean up the mess. He's never laid a hand on me ever. Now can I ask why you're asking?" 

They look at each other before Melissa comes closer, enough to put her hand on my shoulder asking me "Stiles do you remember that time when you were 8 and you slept walked into the preserve and the whole town looked for you. 

You were brought here after to make sure you weren't hyperthermic, I asked you how you got there and you told me you didn't know, then when I asked you the last thing you did remember, you gave me this look of realization and said that you were going to sleep.

 I've always wondered why you lied. Now that some time has passed Dr. Gardner and I have now reached a diagnosis of why and what." 

I look down thinking back remembering what Melissa said and my eyes go wide, and she then asks "What?" I look back up to her and this time I tell her the truth of what I truly remembered "I remembered what the last thing was before going to the preserve. 

Dad was drunk and he hit me in the back of my head with his drink and that's the last thing I remembered before waking up in the preserve. So, you said you know why and what."