MC INTRO
Debbie S. Thomas, a girl with 4 different personalities, lives her life inside a deep chamber formed in her mind while the dominant personality, Lilian, takes control most of the time. Lilian being an expert manipulator, often acts like Debbie keeping her cover safe. Meanwhile Alda, is a destructive and murderous personality, has anger issues, is addicted to torturing her victims and giving them a gruesome death. Odette, a 10 year old personality, which is usually hidden and only comes out when she feels safe. Unlike others, Odette is playful as well as calm and observant, along with an empty smile.
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Just like every morning I'm awakened by a woman, who dares to call herself my mother. Yeah, a mother who screams so loud that it might just burst open her daughter's ear drum.
"Get up! You stinky wench! You only know how to laze around isn't it?! You ungrateful bitch! Go to your work and earn some money."
The woman said, more like screamed as if she's an animal gone mad....
"I'm tired of feeding and providing for a girl who doesn't even have a proper job!!"
"I have a job at library and I'm happy with it!!" I responded back.. "yeah a f##king librarian, working in a dingy library who only gets paid 2000$ a month!! You think that's enough to pay the bills and debt?!" this old greedy hag...
"if you are so worried why don't you tell your husband to stop getting wasted on random booze and do something to earn money rather than betting on useless sh#t!!"
But this reply only invited a loud sounding slap, and also a pretty little trail of blood from my cheek.
Marvelous!! What a great start of the day!!
Let me make it clear she is not my biological mother, neither is her husband my father.
My actual family passed away when I was just a ten year old. This lady and her husband, who were our family friends, approached me on their funeral day.
At that time, I was just a naive little girl. Due to some issues between my parents and the relatives of my family, they scorned me and wanted to avoid being my guardian.
The memory of that day is still vivid in my mind, when my aunt from my father's side learned that my parents passed away, her face was filled with the emotion of disgust.
Must be because a free lady like her was now burdened by a ten year old me. A child which was an offspring of her 'beloved' brother.
My mother's family you ask? Well I don't even know their names. Meaning I never met them or even heard about them. I did ask my mum about my grandparents only to be yelled at and told not to utter a word about them again.
Back to my daily life.....
I'm Debbie S. Thomas, previously Debbie S. Martin. A twenty-five year old young lady, who works at her city's library as a librarian.
Might I tell you as I was preparing to head to work, I skipped my breakfast. Well you can blame a certain slow-witted hag and her drunkard husband who was still slurring on a sofa suffering from last night's hangover, losing his bets serves him right....
It's always these damned Mondays which make my bus trips to library a trip to hell. Why? Because it's jam packed with people on their way to office, and almost every person is too grumpy to move aside and make way for a pretty lady like me!
After a few hours of standing and struggling, I'm somehow able to secure a seat. My hobby when I'm sitting idle is to contemplate and overthink stuff such as 'oh.... The bruises on my arms are too dark... maybe I should have worn long sleeved shirt....'
Or sometimes ' what kind of death will be torturous for that couple made in hell? But my enjoyment in watching them suffer should be a priority too right??'
I guess you must've assumed that my 'loving parents' are just adults who are sick of acting sweet towards me and their new source of entertainment was making my life a living hell from past few years...
The only person genuine towards me from the beginning was Jessie... a sweet angel and I still can't figure out how she likes me, a devil in a woman's disguise.
She knows all about my hidden life and despite knowing that her helping me to cover up, would be against her family morals and work ethics... she still helps me in ways possible for her....
Maybe that's why Odette likes her and only comes out when I'm around Jessie.....
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