"I hate you." My voice cracks as I tell him.
His feet stop at the door.
I clutch the bedsheet tightly around my chest as he turns around with an emotionless face.
"Then there will be a lot of hate fucking between us." A smirk curve his lips as his g...
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Point of View: Dakota Black
"I don't remember having sex with Emara."
Sweat drips down my nape as I sit there with my distorted memory. All I can recall is Emara's tantalizing dance, her seducing moves fill my vision, and then.. nothing.
The rest is swallowed by darkness, as if the file has been deleted from my mind and I have no records of what I missed.
A silence stretches between us and the only thing I hear is my raging heart thudding against my ribs. For a brief second I think Xavier might have hung up, but then his voice, heavy with concern breaks the stillness.
"Are you taking your pills on time?" Xavier asks, with a serious tone in his voice.
"Yeah, I took them yesterday." I say, recalling the memory of swallowing my pill, after last night's turn of events. But, wait! Wasn't that a sedative?
"No. I.. I don't remember when I took the last dose." I whisper in a haze, my mind is clouded with confusion. When was the last time I took the pill?
"Dakota, you know how crucial it is for you to take them every day." Xavier's concerning voice reaches me, when I suddenly spot the bottle I have been desperately searching for.
"If you want to have a control over your unpredictably aggressive side, then you need to take them regularly. Do you understand?" He questions me with severity as I go pick the bottle, hiding behind my bathroom's door.
"I know." I say, reading its label: Anti-Psychotic medicine prescribed by Dr. Xavier Lance. I unscrew the cap and peer inside to find it completely empty.
How is this even possible?
"Your other personality is very complicate to handle. He came up as a result of your dark childhood trauma. All the pain, the anger you bottled up, your experience with bullying, the suffering you felt all those years.. you accidentally converted all of it into an alternative personality, that too a very violent one."
Xavier's voice dims down to a whisper in my head, as I try to figure out the mystery disappearance of my medicines.
I have been taking my medicines religiously, then how come I didn't notice that the bottle is empty. And since when?
How long I have been skipping my pills?
Am I really taking them or am I living in a hallucination?
"The other you, he doesn't understand empathy, feelings of others, or even physical pain. He is a savage who only understands one language, that is brutality. He speaks in wrath and talks in bloodshed. One can hardly call him a human."
A chilling thought dawns on me. The missing pills, the constant headache and the memory gap, they all point to one terrifying possibility. This is not the first time!
