Two hours later and still no stirring from any of the others. I was beginning to worry when the doctor came in.
"How are you, my dear?" he inquired, "I see you got yourself a nasty little bump there."
"I feel awful," I groaned, "And my head feels so empty with the others still asleep."
He squinted his eyes at me. "The others?"
"Yes," I said, a little uncertainly.
"Don't be silly," he laughed, "There aren't any other people in your head. That must have been one heck of a knock you got there!"
I felt a little offended. "I--" But Frida, conveniently waking up, forcibly took over at that point. "Just was joking," she smoothly finished with a smile.
I glared at her from inside, but couldn't do anything about it. I'm going to have some words with her later.
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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...
