They were gone when I woke, watery dawn filtering through the window blinds. My head was splitting from the blow it received this morning. But it's dawn. Realization hit me; I'd been knocked out for God-knows-how-long. "What day is it?" I think, but the steady, all-knowing voice of Clara wasn't there. Neither were the others.
Panicking, I started to scream. "Frida!" I called within frantically, "Melanie, Clara, Bethany!" I searched again, this time taking my time. There they were, still knocked out cold; the knowledge that I will be without guidance took the form of a knot of worry in my stomach.
I felt completely helpless; how do normal people stand it? The sooner the others wake up, the better.
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Don't Kill my Soul
Teen FictionA girl diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) is offered a life-changing operation to remove her alter-personalities so she can live a normal life. What the doctors don't realize is that by removing her alter-personalities, they will ki...
