Dissociation Stories

|| book one of one || "you've always been the epitome of perfect, and i've had to stand next to you, looking like a nobody for years. and now people like me too, and you just look down on me." "i don't look down on anyone. do i judge? yes. because i think you could do a lot better than tommy and carol." rebecca polly bell has everything figured out- or at least, she looks like she does. good grades, a perfect smile and a good reputation. she's liked by the whole community. she's trusted. she's always doing fine. she knows how to explain things way before anyone asks. except something is wrong with hawkins. and something has always been wrong with her. rebecca bell is very good at being okay. the problem is that hawkins is not a place that lets people stay untouched. season 1: in progress season 2: season 3: season 4: started writing: 03 / 04 / 25 ended writing: ??? I DO NOT OWN THE STRANGER THINGS SERIES - I HAVE ONLY ADDED MY OWN CONCEPTS AND CREATIONS ! {Cover by: Destany_Strange}

//I do own the cover. You can find me on tumblr if you're interested @probablynothumanish I'm better at uploading on there than I am on here, so if you're interested in this story, I try to upload on tumblr every night. Whatever happens on your skin - writing, bruises, tattoos, cuts - appears on the skin of your soulmate. Virgil never liked the idea of soulmates in general. It seemed too easy, too good to be true. He had planned on ignoring his forever, but when he finds out he has not one but three, it gets a little bit harder to ignore

To everyone else, he is the perfect student: polite, intelligent, and on the fast track to a future he's supposed to want. But this is just a role he plays. A mask to hide the truth. At 21, he moves to the historic university city of Pécs to start his life, but he's already a ghost. He is a detached spectator in his own story, watching himself perform the part of 'The Son' and 'The Student' with a cold, clinical precision. Haunted by the shadows of a father who left and a mother he can't help but hurt, his new life is not one of freedom. It's a life of financial spreadsheets, missed parties, and the crushing weight of a poverty that isolates him from a world he can't afford to join. The city's ancient streets and bustling lecture halls are just a backdrop. His real world is the four walls of his sterile dorm room, the bitter static of phone calls home, and the pages of a black notebook-the only place he is honest. He watches, he records, and he asks himself one question: How long can you perform a life before you are completely disqualified from living one?

Trapped in a surreal and silent cycle, Laura watches her world transform. Familiar objects distort, memories evaporate. When she realizes that no one else sees or recognizes her, she faces the most intimate terror of all: ceasing to exist within herself. The Endless Cycle explores trauma, dissociation, and psychological horror - a descent into a mind struggling to survive as the world begins to disappear.

personal experiences with dissociation

The numbness after a traumatic event. The nightmares. And the absence of you.

[This fic contains elements of dissociative identity and violent tendencies; however, the emotional core and romantic relationship remain unchanged. The story is partially inspired by the original canon.] (You only get to trust someone when I say "stop," Isak.) (Until then-don't be stupid enough to get yourself killed.) Within the silence and control of their families, Isak and Even learn how to survive before they ever learn how to love.

Voici notre système.

After returning from Lisbon, Kiara is hit with devastating news-she's pregnant with JJ's baby. Grief consumes her, leaving her depressed and unable to care for herself, let alone the child she's carrying. With JJ gone, Kiara can't bear the thought of raising their baby without him, and it's up to Sarah to step in. As Kiara struggles to survive her heartbreak, Sarah becomes her caregiver, ensuring Kiara's well-being while also taking care of her own pregnancy, all while Kiara spirals further down.

After JJ's tragic death, John B is left struggling to understand how to keep going. The grief is suffocating, and he finds himself lost in the weight of it, unsure of how to move forward. The story follows John B, Sarah, Kiara, and the rest of the Pogues as they navigate a world without their best friend. John B's pain is raw, and the grief ripples through each of them in different ways, especially Kiara, who is unable to cope with the loss at first. She dissociates, pulling away from everyone, while John B tries to stay strong for his unborn child, a future he's trying to hold onto

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" is bullshit. What doesn't kill you threatens to eat you alive. Time brings healing, and healing brings the ability to allow yourself to feel and become strong.

Kaira has always been strong - or at least that's the lie she learned to live with. Because strength means nothing when the enemy you fear... lives inside your own mind. Her past doesn't visit her in memories. It attacks her in dreams, in the silence between breaths, and in the voices that don't always feel like her own. Some days she wakes as herself. Some days... she doesn't. There is a child inside her who cries to be held. A protector who whispers warnings in the dark. And a darker presence - the one with trembling hands, the one who remembers the night Kaira swears never happened. Everyone tells her to "face her fears." But how do you confront a truth buried in the versions of you that rise when you're too weak to fight? Kaira has spent years running, healing, breaking, trying again. But wounds don't close just because she's exhausted. Some pains don't fade - they wait. And when the memories finally claw their way back, Kaira must decide whether to survive them... or take revenge on the past that stole her life. This is the story of a girl at war with her own mind - and the selves who might save her... or destroy her.

a lamb in a family of teeth is a collection of poems about the grief of being a child, a father-shaped hole, unanswerable questions and always, always that shadow.

Peter and his descent into,, unhealthiness. if i do end up continuing to right this (my writing is sporadic at best, non-existent at worst). p e r h a p s we will see a recovery. probably. i'm a b i t pathetic so it is likely that this will eventually n o t be as incredibly sad and damning as it currently appears to be. who knows? not me

The scariest thing about earth's most evil is that they have more time and resources than you. Likewise, the demons at the gates of hell are in no hurry.

This is where I will be writing short stories sparked by prompts from everywhere!

Tear stained cheeks looked up- raising his head slowly as though doing so too quickly would cause him to completely fall apart. Maybe it would. Reaching his grubby hands up to wipe his eyes he started speaking. Softly, like he couldn't get any louder. "Imma be the best thing this village ever seen," he said confidently, passion unyielding. "Believe it." DISCLAIMER I DON'T OWN NARUTO

╔═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╗ 🍂 a kinda sad short story? 🍂 ╚═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╝ ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ imagine: cold night, your window is still open, your room is a mess, *you* are a mess, you just woke up from a nap... and you get a text. a call link, to be specific, partnered with a paragraph. oh, this will be fun. ⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅ "i would love it if this decision was respected." a professional tone had creeped into rue's voice over the span of the call. she was treating me like an acquaintance. after all that we had been through? directing my gaze to the red button at the bottom of the call interface, i waited for my friend... former friend to say something more. she didn't. "you've got it, rue." and then she was gone without a goodbye. fuck. ╔═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╗ 🍂 written (1) ;; 10.25.21 🍂 🍂 written (2) ;; 10.26.21 🍂 ╚═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╝ // based off of personal experience but like... names are changed and some of the situation is changed because like. it's personal. i feel like getting feelings out with writing is good, so i wrote this. take all of it with a grain of salt 'cause i am very tired and listening to loud music. like... i started writing this on a whim because listening to turn off the lights by p!atd just made me lose my mind tonight for some reason.

the one where tyler and josh don't see things the same way. literally.

(Copied over from where I originally posted it on AO3. If you like it, you can probably find more similar fics over there!) (You'll also get more of the notes on AO3 that I couldn't be bothered with finding a way to put into wattpad lmao) Charlie Slimecicle's life gets invaded by his own characters, and some of them aren't as friendly as the rest. Now he needs to find a way to get them back where they came from, and a particular smiling ball of goo might have something to do with that. But his friends can help, right? Well, maybe they could if he wasn't so insistent on handling it all himself... (I will try my best to write this so that you don't need to know all the characters to understand what's going on! Because seriously there are a LOT)