Liam Crow's mother was diagnosed with DID when she was 25, and at the time, Liam was merely 12 years old. He didn't understand what was going on, but all he could do, all he wanted to do was help his mother. He studied years and years, going through university twice just to get enough information about the disorder, until he found what was seem fit, but in return he stopped carrying about the world, never had friends, never had anyone in his life. Near the end of the journey of Psyche education, his first day as a senior, he was assigned on a journey he never wanted to go, which was study sat a Psyche ward, and he studied a DID patient, but little did he know, that they patient he was studying, was a whole new journey that no school prepared him for.
TW: (trigger Warnings)
Suicidal Tendencies
Triggers/Triggering
Threats
Bullying
PTSD Mentions
Anxiety Attacks
Sexual Content
Language
Blood Mentions
Mental Illness Mentions
Domestic Abuse
Anti-God/Atheist
(More will be add on in the future, depending on the chapters of the book to prevent spoils)
None of this is baste off real characters/events, all belonging to the author of the book
(@dezkiz - me)
Note:
I am not a professional psychiatrist, but I did a good fare share of research so I don't give wrong information about mental illnesses that are a real problem and that should be addressed. This book and research took since 2019 to build up and complete, and I give some credit to an ex of mine who helped me along the beginning along with ideas.
Overall all art/editing & writing done by me :D
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.