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"I said no!" Harry screams, the seven year old child continues to tantrum as the doctors take him into a room for physiological testing.
"Harry, please stop!" His mother, Anne, begs, tears racing down her cheeks. She didn't want this. She didn't want her seven year old son to be a sociopath. She didn't want to believe that she witnessed her seven year old son stabbing their dog repeatedly with a butcher knife.
"I'm not crazy!" The little boy screams, and his mother shakes his head. How could her child; her baby boy, be so evil?
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"Ma'am, your son shows the symptoms of a sociopath, also known as Antisocial Personality Disorders. Your son has MPD. Also known as Multiple Personality Disorder. This means Harry at times will not be himself; almost as if he is possessed. At one point he is Harry, and the next, is a different boy. Almost as if another boy is very evil, possesses his personality at certain points," The Psychologist explains to Harry's mother, and her eyebrows furrow in confusion.
Anne listens to the doctors precautions and his advice and heads home with her son. Later that day, she skims through pages on her compute of Multiple Personality Disorder.
"Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) is a severe condition in which two or more distinct identities, or personality states, are present in-and alternately take control of-an individual. The person also experiences memory loss that is too extensive to be explained by ordinary forgetfulness. DID is a disorder characterized by identity fragmentation rather than a proliferation of separate personalities," Anne read to herself and begins to cry.
"No, no, no," She continues to cry.
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FanfictionI cannot escape I cannot hide I lock my thoughts and fears inside. I look again, and now I see The evil eyes approaching me. My legs are ripped; my arms are torn My conscience weak; my soul is worn I think aloud, "Why must this be...