"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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"And the worst part is.. I always lose." Dakota whispers dejectedly.
His revelation sends an icy shiver down my spine, painting a picture of a man who found power and peace in his own monstrosity, until it spiraled out of his control.
"Before, I had all the reins of my other personality. I decided when to let it out, and in front of whom. But now, I have lost the control of my beast and it takes over me anytime, without even me having a single clue about it." He confesses, with a hint of helplessness in his voice.
"I began experiencing frequent headaches and blackouts. I have no idea why I canceled my meetings, or even ordered to construct a large swimming pool in my lawn." His voice mirrors the same complexity my mind goes through while figuring out his unpredictable behaviour.
"There were moments where I find myself waking up on empty streets, sometimes in neighbour's garden, and realise I was out all night, without having a single memory of the event." Dakota continues, his voice growing more pained.
"So, I started locking myself indoors, which resulted in waking up to a room full of broken furniture, and my hands covered in bruises, while being surrounded by knives, shattered glass and other sharp objects."
My lungs do a silent gasp as I picture all the disturbing things he has gone through because of his mental illness. It's horrifying to even imagine!
"Therefore, I replaced all the windows, glasses with hard safety glass, and built an AI system to mechanically lock all the cutlery drawers in the kitchen and disable hazadous appliances, including electric sockets in the house via voice command and a passcode only I can spell."
Eve.. My mind whispers.
So the AI system he created was not to spy on his property, but to protect himself from himself.
"I already have an old relation with insomnia, and now that my mind is a chatter of whispers, it amplifies a hundred times. And even if I manage to get some sleep, then my terrifying nightmares always welcome me. Fuck!" His voice shaking, conveying the heavy toll of his horrifying reality.
"I am so scared to sleep at night, not knowing if I'll even wake up or in what condition!" Dakota exhales in fear, and I feel his tremors resonating through me.
"So I installed cameras all over the property to monitor my behaviour. They record every second, allowing me to review what I did during my unconscious moments, how frequently I black out, and what trigger these episodes. They help me piece together and keep track of my senseless actions."
Suddenly, it feels like I found missing pieces of the puzzle, that I am now beginning to unravel, one by one.
"Even after putting a mountain of efforts, I still couldn't cage my other side and it frustrates me so much." He breathes out excruciatingly. "So, I started confining myself to my empty room, where there are no ways to hurt myself."
