Living in a split personality
Date: 27th May, 2022. Friday
The day I had heard that I have split personality, my life changed. I was freaking inside but remained calm untill I reach my home. I was not at home and was taken to a specialist where I was checked, cross checked. I had no idea about it. This was something beyond my expectations. I never imagined that I would be facing this. All the time I was looking down. My 30 years looked worthless to me. Who am I actually?
I reached home and I could understood that my mom was weeping. She knew that from that day my life would change forever. She hold my hand and took me to my room. I sat on the bed and looked at her. I didn’t speak after that news. My mom was expecting some questions from me but I didn’t speak. She hugged me and cried. One of my cousin rushed and asked about my situation. My mom was dumb. I spoke for the first time and assured that I'm all ok. Well, my conversation made the entire situation ok for that time but I still felt that my mom was not ok. I knew that she would never be ok.
My cousin went away and I asked my mom for some juice, either apple or orange. I went to the balcony and looked outside. Some questions really needed to be answered. But whom to ask? Me? Myself? The one who is with me? My another personality? I started feeling angry. I hold the railing and shouted in rage. My mom came to me running and grabbed me. She was crying loud and making me control myself. I immediately laid down on the ground. I didn’t know why but somehow it helped me controlling my anger.
After a moment, my mom helped me to sit on the chair in the room. She asked me if I was feeling ok. I assured her. She gave me the glass of juice. I was astonished. I prefer coffee over any other drinks. When did I just ask for it? Now I started feeling bad. My mom was not giving up. She was mumbling that she would not giving up on me. The whole thing was giving me serious headache. Maybe I was not in my own soul at that time. I preferred to have a nap.
At midnight, I heard someone was whispering in my ears. The sound was not allowing me to sleep. I understood that now my inner soul would talk. That happened exactly. I could feel that I raised up and started walking. I wanted to be out but my second personality was not allowing it. I could feel it’s rage. But whom he was talking with? Was he talking to a ghost? Which means I am talking with a spirit! For the first time, I felt mixed reaction deep inside my heart. Smile & rage. I looked at the mirror and for the first time I could see my dual face at a same time! This was madness. This was the start of fire.
I could feel the darkness. I could feel the red eyes with fire burning out the rage. The voice was not heard anymore. Was that my voice which was telling me to rise? But that wasn’t bothering me anymore. I was feeling like I could destroy anything around me. Was my split personality a dark side?
This is a fictional story. So don't get panicked.
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why didn't you specify that it was fictional at the beginning? I was very sad and scared while reading it. While reading the article, I wished you well. but when i finally read his fictional sentence i got a short shock