Harry, a shy, awkward college student by day, and Ames, a confident, seductive performer and sex worker by night. Struggling with Dissociative identity disorder, Harry is caught between these two worlds. When a mysterious man enters his life, he sti...
... Oh, baby, baby, have you seen Amy tonight? Is she in the bathroom, is she smoking up outside?
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Dissociative identity disorder. That was the term the psychiatrist used, but Harry barely heard the words. It didn't seem possible. How could Harry, also be Ames, the wild, drug-fueled sex worker? They were two entirely different people. Yet, as the pieces of his fragmented reality fell into place, Harry couldn't deny the truth.
The late nights, the missing hours, the unexplained money—all of it was Ames. Harry's mind had created him, split him off as a separate identity to cope with the trauma of a life gone wrong. But now, that division was starting to break down. Ames wasn't just a figment of his imagination; he was real, as real as Harry himself.
Harry's life had never been his own. It had always been shared, or dictated by someone else. And now as Harry's two worlds collided, he didn't know what to do.
Flashback
The city lights had always felt alive to Harry. That night, three years ago, they had seemed even more vibrant, as he walked hand-in-hand with Cooper. It was their date night, a chance to escape the monotony of everyday life and lose themselves in the anonymity of the city. They had wandered aimlessly for hours, laughing and joking, pausing to take pictures of each other beneath the streetlamps. Cooper had always been good at making Harry laugh, pulling him out of his quiet, thoughtful shell with his easy charm and wide smile.
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They had stopped for ice cream at a little shop on the corner, sharing bites as they made their way home, the night air crisp and cool around them. Everything had felt perfect. Harry had been happy—truly happy—in a way he hadn't felt in a long time. With Cooper, the world seemed brighter, kinder, a place where they could carve out a little corner of happiness just for themselves.
But happiness, Harry would soon learn, was fleeting.
It had happened so fast. One moment, they were walking down the empty street, Harry's hand snugly in Cooper's, their steps in sync as they talked about future plans. And then the next, shadows loomed out of the darkness, masked figures emerging from an alleyway with a cruel intent. Harry barely had time to react before they were surrounded, before rough hands grabbed him and pinned him to the wall, his arms twisted behind his back.
Harry felt helpless as fear surged through him, icy and paralyzing. He tried to cry out, to reach for Cooper, but his voice failed him, replaced by the sound of his heartbeat thudding in his ears. His eyes darted to Cooper, standing frozen in shock just a few feet away. Then the masked figures lunged at him.
They dragged Cooper to the ground, their fists landing with brutal, sickening thuds against his body. Harry screamed. He struggled, desperately trying to free himself, but the grip on him was iron-tight, holding him in place as though the universe itself had decided he would witness this horror.
