POV Isaac:
-Can you explain why am I invisible to people? -My best friend looks at me with a pout that looks very stupid-practically the boy noticed only you
-because it was me who hit genius
-You're grumpy again-he touches my face and I slap him away-u and I think you'll get wrinkles
I ignore him and go to my grandfather's office, I need him to give me money to buy some cigarettes but I'll tell him it's to buy something for the headache. Thanks to Satan he was writing something in his notebook, that's where he has all the data of his patients
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Shut up you fucking psycho
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-isaac, do you need something? -I stopped paying attention to that hateful voice
That's right, I have something called "dissociative disorder" is the multiple personality disorder, I have it since I was 10 years old when I had a terrible misfortune
When "Matt" (my second personality name) takes control of me, he practically kills people or goes out at night, once my grandfather found me lying in an alley with a dead body at my side, my hands were full of blood. Grandpa tried everything thinking that this would go away but it doesn't.
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-yes, I want to ask you if you can give me money to buy something for the headache -I sit in front of him to rest for a while
-sure, let me look for my wallet
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I won't let you take control
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Trying to make him not take control of my body was in vain because he always ended up winning. Sometimes he behaved "well" and it doesn't bother much but sometimes I can't with him and he let him take control of my body.
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Enough let me breathe a moment
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He fought with him one last time and I couldn't beat him so I could have control but he has it right now
-2 years have passed since Matt did not take control of my body again
-that's great Isaac would know you could control it
Stupid old man, very psychologist and he doesn't realize that I'm the one in control now, it made me want to play and pay a visit to a person would not be bad
-Hey Grandpa. Do you have Eliot's address?
<< What? Don't touch it Matt >>
Late brat .. I already have it in my sights the old man turns around he looks at me with the notable confusion on his face, fucking old man who has to distrust everything
-What do you want his address for?
-Because I want to make a friendship with him, I want to invite him to have a drink
-But your head hurts-he looks at me with intrigue-apart if you mix alcohol with the pill it will hurt you
-the fact that my head hurts does not prevent me from going to visit Eliot and we will not drink alcohol but water to stay hydrated
The stupid man looks at me after a few seconds and goes over to his notebook, he writes down something he gives me a sheet with the bills, it is so difficult to manipulate or make these idiots believe that I can disappear when in reality Isaac has to live with me all the damn life.
It's relaxing to take control sometimes and do whatever you want
-you should have a girlfriend your frustrated face
I ignore him and when I leave his office Isaac's friend gets up from where he was for a moment I had forgotten about his filthy existence
-Y? Did he give you the money?
-I'm sorry but he didn't give it to me right now I want to go home-I'm heading to the exit-my head hurts
-Again the madman in your head? Friend there must be a cure for that
Now I understand why humans are the way we are, they do not understand that there is no cure for someone who suffers from this damn disorder but they delusionally think so
They have the brain of a fly and it bothers me that some of them believe they are superior to others or worse ... to me.
-Are you stupid or get paid? I think both
-What's wrong with you, you idiot-give me a push and I was not left behind I give him a stronger one
This boy bores me for me, I would kill him right now or play my games with him but he is not who I want, although it amuses me to see what the macho is doing and I can see in his eyes that he is dying of fear.
-Listen to me idiot, for once in your life use your damn brain, this thing that I have, I have no cure-I approach slowly-and do not push me again because otherwise you will end up being part of my victims and believe me ... you would not like to be in its place
I see him swallow his saliva, he smiled amusedly, I turn away from him, I look at the address that the old boy gave me, there is something in which he does not close me and it also intrigues me ... I have not had fun for a long time.
I find it funny how people walk without fear or look at you as if they were the best and you the worst, but, I already want to see them when I torture them so much Going thinking about how to make them suffer I did not realize that it had come to me destination
-time to play
I don't waste time and ring the bell I must act like Isaac for the moment I am not going to kill him, I have to think very well about my movements
-Hello darling. Is something offered to you?
I look at who took care of me and she is a lady of about 40 years or a little older, she is petite (it reaches my waist or a little more) black hair and I must admit that she has beautiful light honey-colored eyes, she would be my favorite victim
-Good afternoon ma'am, I've come to visit Eliot This? -iugh I hate pretending to be nice
-Are you the grandson of her psychologist? -I nod a little doubtful-oh come on dear
POV Eliot:
She tore off the fifth page on which she wrote the song but my mind is always occupied by her face, seeing me happy while she sang to her, she destroyed the song that was for her into several pieces, I feel that my chest hurts when I remember a moment together.
Flashback:
-You know what I want?
-If I knew you wouldn't be telling me asshole
-always shitting the moments-she shakes her head-well my wish is that you write me a song ... actually that is my second wish
-Can I know which one is the first? -I took some beer and handed him the bottle
-my second wish is that you don't leave my side little brother
She smiled at him and we hugged this asshole for several minutes when she wants to get sentimental
-Well, I wish fulfilled little one, I will never leave your side
End of flashback
-but it was you who left my side
I let go of small tears and she curled me up in a corner. I curse life for taking my little girl from me. If I had convinced her to stop at a hotel to rest, this would not have happened.
-you look pathetic crying in that corner
-You don't have to remind me, I always was
I lift my head and froze to see Isaac in the doorway looking at me like I'm a crying stupid huddled in a corner
-Are you offered something? What do you want..
I ignore it and I get up to be able to look for the pieces of that song so I throw them in the trash grabbed my notebook and start writing everything again, I see how Isaac stares at everything around him I just roll my eyes for sure he will be looking for the hiding place for my razors.
-You are going to tell me what you do in my house and in my room or are you going to stay there like stupid-I start to write some words and try to ignore their presence
-Well, I don't know if you know, but you hit me when you were leaving my grandfather's office and ...
-Did you come to ask me to apologize since the baby cannot be touched because it is made of porcelain?
I see how he frowns and looks at me with a hint of annoyance in his eyes. Why is he angry? I should be upset because he's invading my privacy and I'm curious how I got here because I didn't give him my address and we hardly ever speak
-Got yourself change those horrible pajamas and let's go for some beers
-I don't want to, so you can go the way you came- I turn around to continue with my song.
-I'm not inviting you -he takes out the notebook and hits me on the head-I'm forcing you stupid
-excuse? I don't know if you know but I don't feel like putting up with anyone and less you fucking crazy
I see his face turn red with anger and for a moment my depressive state evaporated to give way to fear, he looks like a psychopath, his eyes turn dark and I can see how he clenches his jaw with great force, I don't give a damn I want to sleep and not have to put up with anyone.
-Listen to me brat, I'm not here for you to throw tantrums, you are going to come like it or not
He smiled falsely and it makes me want to hit him hard in the face without waiting for any reaction or something grabbed his arm and forced him to go down with me. Do you really think I'll go with him? It is wrong.
I open the door and take him out. He looks at me confused while I gave him a false smile to close the door in his face, a nice sign of "I'm not going fucking"
-Don't even think about opening the door for him ... I'll go and write to my psychologist that his grandson is at home and that he come and get him
I tell my parents that they look at me a little confused and stunned when I get to my room I write a message to my psychologist telling him that his crazy grandson is at the entrance of his house, I am not interested in his answer I lie down and I end up resting from all this madness
Did you expect Isaac to have a disorder like that? Is that why you are almost always with your grandfather?
What do you think of the reaction of our dear Eliot?
Things will gradually come to light
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