Hostage

The Beginning

Song: Wake me up Avicii cover ft Tommee Profitt.

Short A/N: Please read, very important.

Dissociative identity disorder

Also called: DID, multiple personality disorder, a disorder characterised by the presence of two or more distinct personality states.

Dissociative Identity Disorder, previously called multiple personality disorder, is usually a reaction to trauma as a way to help a person avoid bad memories. There is often trouble remembering certain events, beyond what would be explained by ordinary forgetfulness. These states alternately show in a person's behavior. Presentations, however, are variable.

Dissociative identity disorder is characterised by the presence of two or more distinct personality identities. Each may have a unique name, personal history and characteristics.

Roxi's POV

When we were much younger, Keenan,Andre and I used to play hide and seek. Keen and I would always hide, and Andre would be the seeker.

And every single time, Andre would find me first.

But he'd always turn away. Always turn a blind eye because he knew how much I wanted to win.

Andre walked me home from school when mum couldn't make it.

Andre told me everything was going to be fine when I got scared.

Keenan graduated when I was sixteen. Mum was sick so I'd stayed behind to look after her.

I remembered Keen's slightly oversized suit. And I remembered the pride in mothers eyes as she congratulated Keenan. Dad had kissed my forehead and I could remember the big smiles on their faces as dad, Andre and Jason got into the car.

I remembered watching them leave, wishing I could go with them.

And I remembered getting coffee for mum hours later, walking in to her phone ringing. She'd asked me to answer the phone and that's exactly what I'd done. And I remembered the sound of the woman's voice on the other end.

I remembered screaming my lungs out.

I remembered everything like it happened yesterday.

But Andre remembered nothing.

Nothing from before the accident. No images, no memories. All he remembered were the words 'Andre protect your brother.'

The doctors said it was temporary amnesia. And they said that with time, he was going to be okay.

But Andre wasn't okay. Something was wrong. What that accident took away wasn't just dad. And Jason was the first to notice.

None of us had believed him then.

He was so young, and he'd just barely survived a car accident. Dad was in a coma, and Dre couldn't remember any of us. He'd been through a lot.

The doctors had suggested he see a therapist to get better.

But Jason was right all along. Something was very wrong and the rest of us realized it a bit late.

But Dre would always be Dre to me.

He would always be the brother who hugged me when I cried. He would always be the brother who held on to Jason when the car tumbled. He would always be the guy who walked Kimberly down the aisle. He would always be the guy who turned a blind eye when he found me.

He would always be the good guy.

And he was going to be fine. He had to be.

Jase's POV

I must have made a sound.

Either that or I moved to quickly.

Because in an instant, the room was dead silent and all eyes were on me. The air around me thinned and I suddenly felt tensed.

I wanted so badly to turn away. I wanted to leave, I wanted out. I wanted to show exactly how terrified I was.

But Andre was already broken as it was.

If I did that, if I turned my back on him, if I screamed and walked away, Andre would never forgive himself.

If I did that, would it be okay?

If I did that, would it fix things?

If I did that, would I ever forgive myself?

My gaze moved to meet Roxi's and her eyes were begging, begging me not to mess things up.

Andre needed help. He needed as much help as he could get.

I wasn't like them.

I wasn't as strong and determined or influential as Keenan and I wasn't as selfless as Roxi.

But I could be.

I could be if it meant Andre would be better.

And so I took a step towards them, and another. And when I got to where they sat, I squatted in front of Keenan and I looked him straight in the eyes. And then I looked at Roxi.

I knew exactly what I had to do.

As much as I loathed it, as much as I didn't want to, I realized I would do it over and over again if it meant Andre would get to feel better for a minute.

"I-- " I pouted, my eyebrows furrowing. "I'm going to call mum."

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Love, Chay.