Heartscape Diaries

"ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴄãʀʟᴏꜱ , ᴍʏ ꜱêɴóʀɪᴛᴀ"

**Warning: This book contains sensitive themes and graphic content. Reader discretion is advised.**

The first time I met Carlos was at a dance competition. I was doing my flamenco routine when I accidentally crashed into him. We both ended up on the floor, tangled in a mess of skirts and laughter. He grinned and joked, "Guess I got swept off my feet by a dancing senorita!"

Despite the clumsy start, we hit it off right away. Carlos, with his blue eyes and pilot's charm, quickly became someone special to me. He told me exciting stories about his adventures as a pilot, making me feel like I was flying too. He called me "senorita," which always made me smile.

Our relationship was like a fairytale. Carlos was romantic and thoughtful, surprising me with flowers and planning cute picnics. We shared laughs and dreams of a future together, feeling like nothing could go wrong.Our romance felt perfect.

We moved into a beautiful house together, building what I thought was the perfect life. But there were strange things about Carlos. Whenever he returned from his frequent trips, he would be covered in what looked like blood. He would laugh it off, claiming it was just special effects makeup from a friend's movie set. It was unsettling, eventhough he is my fiance he spent too much time with his friends . He would dire for his friends. but I loved him too much to press further.

One night, he left without a word and didn’t come back. At first, I was angry, convinced he’d return. But after a day of silence, I started to worry. When I called his number, I was shocked to hear, "This number does not exist."

Desperate to find him, I went to his workplace. The receptionist looked at me strangely and said, "There’s no one by that name here." I felt my world crumble. I thought he was a jerk and started crying, feeling utterly betrayed.

Determined to find answers, I began digging into Carlos’s past. To my horror, there were no records of him anywhere. As I tore through our house, I stumbled upon a hidden room filled with documents about me—my routines, my friends, even my deepest fears. But the most shocking discovery was a set of files about "Carlos," revealing he had never existed.

Terrified and confused, I sought help and underwent therapy. That’s when the truth began to surface: Carlos was a figment of my imagination, a creation of my mind. I was diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder. All those times I thought Carlos was away, it was actually me disappearing into another personality.

In therapy, more horrifying memories surfaced. The blood I saw wasn’t from Carlos’s imaginary trips; it was from my own actions under the influence of my other personality. The files about missing people? Evidence I had unwittingly collected during my blackouts. I realized I had committed several murders while believing I was "Carlos."

The final blow came when I found a note, written in my own handwriting but addressed to me as "senorita": "You’ve always been the perfect partner in crime. Now that you know the truth, there's no escape."

One day, I woke up in a white room with padded walls. An orderly told me I was in an asylum, and a therapist would be in soon. I felt numb, unable to believe everything that had happened. . My mind was too fractured, too shattered.In my silence, I noticed a small mirror on the wall. As I looked into it, I didn’t see myself. I saw Carlos, smiling back at me. I could hear Carlos speaking.He was speaking in my mind, "Senorita, this is where we belong. Together, forever"

Then the  therapist came in , and I felt a chilling familiarity. He leaned in, his face morphing into Carlos's. "Senorita," he whispered, "you were never alone. I orchestrated everything. You never had a disorder. It was all part of my plan to isolate you, to make you mine."I gasped, realizing the horrifying truth. He had manipulated me, made me believe I was insane, and now he was my therapist, ensuring I could never escape him.

Carlos had manipulated everything, from our meeting to making me believe I was insane. He had orchestrated the murders, framing my alter ego for them. His ultimate goal was to break me, to control me completely .The padded walls closed in as his sinister smile spread across his face. I was trapped, not by my mind, but by his twisted love. "Welcome to your new reality," he said softly, "where you and I will always be together."The room felt colder, the walls closed in, and I knew I was trapped in a nightmare orchestrated by the man I once loved.