Wristbands - M.C.

Eight

-Michael's POV-

I stayed for some time, playing this questions game with the caramel haired girl.

I slowly approached her, sitting on the bed across her. It was made perfectly, no crease, no hint of anyone living in it until I'd sat down. Maybe this Tyler was her only roommate...

"Now that we've gotten the dumb questions out of the way," she started, handing me a piece of gum. "Ask me what you really want to."

"What do you mean?"

"You want to know about Tyler. Or what it's like living in an asylum-" she put a hand to her chest, as if she'd said a dirty word "excuse me - psychological rehabilitation centre."

"I never said-"

"Didn't have to. Everyone wants to know."

"Alright..." I started, worriedly. "What's Tyler like?"

"Dangerous. He lives for adventure-"

"He?"

"Yes, Tyler is a he. Alters don't have to be the same gender as the primary personality. Did you even do your research?" I gulped hard, feeling guilty that I hadn't done any research on multiple personality disorder. She must have noticed my anxiety because she continued. "I'm kidding, dumbass."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"Dumbass?!"

"Was I too forward with you? If so, you really should man-up because I'm one of the more normal ones here."

"Damn."

Was she flirting?

"Like I was saying... Tyler is my alter. He's considered quite dangerous. He is manipulative and lacks emotion. The doctors have yet to find a satisfactory medication to control him when triggered."

"Triggered?"

"Yes, trigger. As in a person, or place, or word, or even smell that can bring him forward."

"Do you know your triggers?"

"Some of them, yes. Tiredness, loneliness, sight of blood, drunkenness ra-" she stopped mid word, clenching her eyes, and biting her lip like she couldn't even manage to get the word out.

"What is it? Race? Rain?"

"Rape" she sobbed.

"Holy shit." It was all that came out. I shuffled to her bed, wrapping my arms around her, picking her up and placing her on my lap, so she could feel my long arms wrap her entire body.

She started shaking, her body seemed to vibrate inside my grasp, I didn't understand what was going on.

"Michael, leave now!" She pleaded.

"No, I'm not leaving you when-"

"Go! Tyler- I can feel him coming out."

"What?"

"Go!" she demanded.

I placed her back on the bed swiftly and stood up.

The sparkle in her eyes was gone. They were dull and dark. And her skin seemed even paler than before, as the subtle blush from her cheeks was gone. Her eyebrows furrowed as she stared into my eyes. Tyler.

(A/N: She's not possessed, some people with MPD can have minor physical changes that can differentiate between personas)

-Tyler's POV-

I can breathe. Elizabeth has been taking these stupid fucking pills that make it harder for me to come out.

But what Calum did years ago will always be my way back in. Elizabeth was tipsy at a party where she knew only one person, the house owner. That stupid, horny teenage boy unknowingly created me. He just assumed drunk meant yes.

And so, here I am today. All I have to do is get rid of Elizabeth, and I'll practically have my own body too.

But now here I am. Staring eye-to-eye with this Michael character. He's just as dumb as Calum was. He knew I could be triggered, and he pulled me forward anyways. Ha! What a fool.

"You're not very smart, are you?" I said to the boy.

"I'm plenty smart, Liz, I'm doing at least pretty well in my classes."

"I'M TYLER." This imbecile can't even tell us apart.

-Michael's POV-

The eerie smile came back on her face.

"Were you here earlier? Like when I walked in."

"Of course."

"Was it you the whole time?"

"No, it wasn't till I saw the nurse and led her out that it was me, but Elizabeth is a determined personality, and she took over when she started chewing her gum."

"I see." My eyes searched to room for anything I could use to get out of here.

That's when I remembered the syringe was still in my pocket. I quickly pulled it from the buttoned pocket, squirted out a tiny pit from the tip, and firmly pinched it into her inner thigh, where the nurses said was the best vein for an unprofessional.

"You didn't." She -or he?- slurred, beginning to look dazed. Soon her body fell onto the open bed, passed out.

Seconds later, nurses ran in. One whisked me away to the exit, letting me know I was only going to clock in three hours. I sighed heavily, worried of what the next twenty-seven hours would look like.