Solby One-Shots

Dissociative Disorder

(Sam)

I'm not sure where I was, I woke up staring at my sleeping body. Though it's not the first time it's happened, it's really scary. I tried screaming and crying but no one could hear me, I seemed alone.

My hands worked to grasp things around my pink-walled room but nothing worked. It was so dark, that I couldn't see nearly anything.

I slumped to my floor, defeated. I screamed one last time.

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(Colby)

I jolted up in my bed, not taking another second to think I ripped my blankets off and ran into Sam's room. He was screaming in his sleep, thrashing around in his bed.

"Sam! Wake up, Sammy." I held him, and shook him awake. His eyes flew open, and he began panting and looking around the room cautiously.

The doctors couldn't tell what he had entirely, all they knew was that it was called a dissociative disorder. He had symptoms from a few of them, they said it didn't make sense but that there wasn't anything more to do besides medicine to help a little bit. The medicine didn't seem to help, or do anything at all.

He wrapped his arms around me, panting and crying into my chest. "I've got you, you're okay." I repeated, using it to comfort him the best I could.

"Why can't I remember Colby? Why can't I know what's making this happen?" He sobbed. It broke my heart to hear my best friend say this. No one knows what happened at all.

One day, he decided to go for a walk. It was the last week of our senior year, and for some stupid reason I told him I couldn't go to the abandoned warehouse with him. Doctors think he could've had a traumatic experience there somehow, but how could it be so traumatic that he doesn't remember? And that he goes through this.

The roommates knew, in fact Sam's screams probably woke them up. They knew not to bother after the screams because I'd be in here taking care of it.

"I'm so sorry, Sam." I spoke. His body stopped shaking eventually, and he laid back down in bed. I refused to leave so I laid with him, leaving him to wrap his body around my one arm that was closest to him.

I closed my eyes, and let myself drift asleep.

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(Sam)

I woke up feeling numb. I didn't want to do anything but lay in my bed all day. I looked over to see Colby's once taken spot now empty. I laid back down and lazy kept my spot on my bed.

Hours passed, I knew because I'd glance at my clock or even stare at it at times. Colby came up, asking if I was hungry. I shook my head no, and he left me alone.

I thought I'd just be left alone for the rest of the day, but I guess that's just too much to ask for. "Hey, Sam." I heard, after a few raps on the door.

I was facing away from the door, staring at the wall and just praying he'd think I was asleep. "Uhm... I brought you some Taco Bell.. you're favorite." He said, sounding hopeful.

"I'm not hungry." I mumbled. It was as if I could feel his heart drop, the energy in the room seemed to have shifted.

"Oh.." He almost whispered. It seemed like he was going to leave, but instead there was a dip on the bed and the sound of what had to have been the Taco Bell being sat on my stand. "Sam, talk to me.. please. Maybe.. maybe we could talk and try to figure out how to help y-"