I went downstairs to inform the others about Y/N's and my absences on today's mission; warning them to be careful and the usual stuff.
"Alright alright. Stop nagging!" 'Hm?' I turned around to see no one, 'Oh no.' "Claire? You alright?" Damien asked; waving his hand and snapping his fingers in my face, "Uhm yeah, perfect!" I responded and he gave me a concerned and disbelieving look. But he just shrugged it off and took it.
"Bye guys!" "Bye!" All the mixed voices were music to my ears. I went to make myself a cup of rose tea and also to make our newbie breakfast.
--2 minutes later--
I got everything set-up on a tray and made my way up to my room where Y/N was sleeping. I turned the knob slowly and tip-toed in; trying not to wake her.
I placed the tray on my bedside table and pulled out a chair to do some research, "Stop that. They're in trouble!" 'They're? Trouble?' I responded in silence as I continued looking up different disorders and noting them down with symptoms. "Claaaaiiiirrrre sttoooooppp!" That voice lingered in my head. I didnt respond. It kept repeating; like someone just left the broken recorder on. Finally I had enough.
'Fine, what happened?' I asked him, "Y/N's condition, diagnose it. NOW." He ordered, his voice echoing through our room, but only for my ears to hear. You see, I have split personality disorder. That means that I have different sides of me whom I choose to show to different people in different situations...I spun back to my computer and scrolled through the disorders:
'PTSD:
Symptoms include panic attacks, shorter memory; depending on patient's mental state, hallucinations of events getting too out of hand, and negativity.
Result:
The patient is very alert and jumpy. He/She isnt trusting at all until they find someone who is similar minded to them or actually can feel the pain and stress they're feeling.'
"I think thats the one!" He said, I smiled; 'What next?' "Others, disorders and then wake Y/N up" I nodded and continued searching...
After awhile I came up with this small list of names and insanity;
'Claire: Split Personality Disorder.
Barry:ADHD
Pinia: Impulsive Borderline Personality Disorder
Skyler:Narcissism
Checilia: OCD
Aaron:Depressive Disorder and Anxiety
Sharon: Dependent Personality Disorder
Sam: Schizoid Personality Disorder
Y/N: PTSD
Damien: Paranoid Personality Disorder'
"Ok, go wake Y/N up; but do it carefully" he said;
'why?'
"Just be careful okay?"
I nodded and got up to shake her a bit; the second time round she shifted. "Hum?" She groaned; stretching and instantly jolting into a small ball. "Oww...my handd" I laughed and smiled, "Lets head out, the rest'll be back soon." I said; holding out my hand for her. She grabbed it weakly and stood up.
"I need to change that bandage again, Y/N. Before we go..." I dragged and she nodded. "Let me go freshen up first then we can head out ok?" I asked her with a small nod in reply.
--in the bathroom--
(A/N: TRIGGER WARNING: SELF-HARM)
I lifted my shirt and looked at my left arm upwards to my shoulder; it was decorated with the pretty patterns from blades and random pieces of plastic I would find.
I picked up a small cloth from my basin and dabbed it on the scars; man....that burns. I hissed and retracted the cloth a couple times but I did finally manage to clean all of them. I wore a long-sleeve t-shirt and long jeans to cover them up and left the bathroom.
"Y/N?" I poked my head through; she glanced up at me, "Ready to go?" I smiled and she nodded; "Yeah, lets go!"
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