Tranquility ✧ Syndisparklez

Voices

"Sonja?"

"Yes... Anything about her that really stands out to you?" Andor asked.

"A lot of things... I don't know where to start," I said, quietly.

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"Sonja's nice... She's the only girl, and she has long brown hair, green eyes..." I began to explain. "She's kind of flirty, I remember she flirted with Tom one time," I laughed at myself. That must've been weird.

"What is Sonja's handwriting like? You mentioned in your journal they-"

"Yeah, it's small... Like her voice," I interuppted. "She's the quietest voice, so it doesn't really bother me."

"Which voice does bother you?"

"Tucker's."

"Why's that?" Andor leaned back in his chair, scribbling something down on his notepad.

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"He... He's not as nice as Sonja is... He's honestly a little grumpy all the time," I explained as best as I could.

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"He's loud, but... Okay, this is hard to explain, but when one of them takes over my body, I can hear my own voice. My voice is the loudest, then Tucker, and Sonja is the quietest."

"That makes sense," Andor smiled.

"Tucker has short, brown hair... And he has this jacket, that's bright blue, but when I'm back to myself, it's just my reguular 'ol leather jacket."

"That has been a pattern I've found in previous patients. When one of their other personalities takes over, they see the world differntley," Andor muttered.

Buzz Buzz

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ºʰ, ᵗᵘͨᵏᵉʳ, ˢᵗºᵖ. ᵗʰᵉʸ'ʳᵉ ͨ ᵘᵗᵉ

I'm not gay, neither is Tom... Will you two just shut up?

"Sorry," I mumbled to Andor, checking the text. Tucker was right, it was from Tom.

'Hey Jordan, don't eat anything. I'm making us dinner.'

I smiled at the idea of having dinner with Tom, before playing video games all night. It was so weird to finally have a normal friend. It's been so long, and yet I'm still not sure he'll stay... I might drive him off.

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"Jordan?"

"What?" Andor snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Keep writing in your journal, tell a friend about your disorder, and have some conversations with your personalities. Other patients have found control with their personalities by learning about them and finding compromise with them. Okay?"

"Okay... Thank you, Dr. Andor."

"Of course, Jordan. Have a nice day."