Pov: 2nd person
It all started one rainy day. You were sitting on your bed, bored out of your mind. Suddenly, you hear a high pitched scream. It sounded like your mother. Feeling slightly concerned, you run downstairs to see what was going on.
"What happened? Why'd you scr-" You pause. Your eyes widen at the sight of your mother lying on the ground, blood pouring out of her stomach.
You run towards your mother, applying pressure on her wound. "Omg omg omg..."
You panic as you hear your mother wince in pain.
"R... Run... He- he'll come back.. please, run..." Your mother pleaded. You feel your heart pounding out of your chest
"Who!? Who did this to you!?" You start to feel tears streaming down your cheeks as you apply more pressure on her wound.
Before your mother has time to respond, you hear footsteps behind you. You turn your head and see a tall man standing over you. You don't recognize him.
The man looks at you with pure rage, and you can feel his blood lust. You stare at him, unable to move from fear.
"RUN!"
Those would be the last words you'd ever hear your mother say. You don't remember anything, but witnesses say you lost control and lunged at the man. Clawing, punching, and biting him.
Two people died that day, so you were sent off to live with your father.
Your mother and your father were divorced. They had a good relationship, but marriage wasn't the way to go.
After your mother's funeral, nothing was the same. You stopped eating and sleeping. You locked yourself in your room and refused to come out. You developed insomnia, anxiety, and depression.
Your father began to worry. He called multiple psychiatrist to try and help you. None of them did.
One day, your father had to leave to go grocery shopping. He never made it back.
There was a bad car accident, and your father just so happened to be in it.
After that day, you were sent to live with your uncle. Your uncle was not fit to have children, as he was emotionally and physically abusive.
Soon, you developed DID, also know as dissociative identity disorder or multiple personality disorder.
Your uncle couldn't care less to try and help you, so he decided to get rid of you. You were sent to the nearby asylum.
And that's how you ended up here: locked in a white, padded room with nothing but a mattress.
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"Multiple personalities" || Male Doctor x Reader ||
RandomThe story about a severely mentally ill Y/n with multiple personalities This is my first book, so it may kinda suck. Also, I apologize if there are any grammar mistakes (I fr don't know what to put here, sorry 💀) Artwork is not mine unless said oth...
