"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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"I hear voices in my head." Dakota says, almost lost in the silence.
"What voices?" I whisper back, calmly.
"I.." I listen as he draws in a deep, tremulous breath that seems to carry the weight of unspoken fears.
And it startles me to see this man, who is always brewing with confidence and arrogance, now cowering in nervousness.
"What is it?" I ask him. What is it? My anxieties also question anxiously.
If there is something that making him this nervous, then it must be a very serious thing!
"I hear voices.." Dakota mumbles in a daze, "Like someone is inside me. Someone who is watching everything I do and someone who wants me to act as he wishes. And sometimes, that someone takes over me and becomes me."
A chill runs down my spine, as his words slowly settle into the deeper parts of my brain. I always sensed something was wrong with his head. But I never thought it would be this terrible.
"Dakota.." I hold on to my breath as I whisper my worst fear. "Do you-you have Schizophrenia?"
My heart is beating fast, lashing in and out as I wait for him to deny me. Please tell me I am wrong! Tell me I am delulu!
"Not really, just borderline." His words contradict himself, confusing me more.
"In medical terms, it is called Schizoaffective Auditory Hallucination."
Spider crawls down my neck in absolute fright at his revelation. I am so darn afraid to even ask what is it!
"I hear growls, sometimes strange animal noises and then whispers, which at times turn into roars. Fuck! It's so scary to be able to hear these sounds in my head, when no one else can hear it. It still frightens me."
Oh. My. God! My eyes, mouth, ears, all wide in a spine-chilling shock.
"Have you been hearing them since your childhood?" I remain calm, and ask him even calmly, though my insides are thrashing panickingly.
"No! I wasn't always like this. I.. Fuck! Emara!" Dakota growls frustratingly, sounding like he is on the verge of exploding into a million tiny fragments of wrath. But then I hear him take a deep, unsteady breath of calmness, before he reveals..
"I don't remember having sex with you, nor hiding your clothes, or any of the nights with you." His heart pounding fiercely against my back.
"It was.. not me." He whispers, almost defeatedly.
The room seems to constrict around me, swallowing me deeper as I hear his twisted confession. It.. wasn't.. him?
I feel my heart skip a dreadful beat, a trembling rhythm trying to keep up with the cyclone of emotions storming through me.
