FIRST NIGHT IN DECEMBER.

" She came to me the first night after the homicide, and all I could do was wonder why she looked so much like me, but with a distinct personality, it was like looking at a mirror image of myself, but an angrier version.

First thing she said to me was,

' It was a large Viking Seax knife, we should get one too.'

I knew I shouldn't understand what she said but I did and I smiled. Even though she was still a stranger, she filled the vacuum in me with a motivated, strong sense of revenge, and I liked it.

She told me her name- 'Lilith.'

But one thing that's strange about her, I would say is that she only stays around for a bit, and suddenly, the entire night has passed and it's sunrise! She was almost like a bad dream, where I never slept.

Eventually, Lilith stopped visiting but i could still heard her voice in my head, almost like she became a part of me.

I almost concluded that I was insane, until i was diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder. Nobody will tell me the truth, but the other person is Lilith, isn't she?" I concluded my narrative with the therapist.

"According to your medical report, you're suffering from a bipolar disorder and a severe case of multiple identity disorder, where your alter seems to be showing psychopathic tendencies," She read from the grey file in her hands.

At that, i burst into a wide smile.

" Well, we make a great team, I must say. Forgive my sarcasm..." I replied.

" With all that, tell me, what really runs through your mind?" My therapist looked into my eyes as she catechized me.

Slowly, my grin melted into a grimace.

" Dark things, I'll rather keep inside us..."