Chapter 1
DISSOCIATIVE IDENTITY DISORDER
I woke up to find myself in a hospital… Completely amnesic of what had happened…
Sarah, age 21, victim of a severe accident half a year ago.
She was saved… At the same time, I appeared.
To put it simply, I’m like a lost soul feeding life off another’s body…
Every day at 2pm I awake, to start a life that’s not mine… Do blood tests; undergo hypnotism, physio checkups…
Sometimes they let me do what I like… such as…
Admiring my reflection in the mirror…
“She’s so pretty… Don’t you think so, Doctor?”
“Oh… Yeah…”
“But… the sad, drooping eyes, the light complexion, and captivating features… It’s so strange… How it doesn’t match this bony, coarse body at all.
Sarah… must hate me very much, right? Well, who can love to share their life with a troublemaker … right?”
The chair creaked a little as the doctor got up. She was trying to close her eyes to the ticking of the wall clock, but the screech from the chair said it all.
“…Come now, it’s time”
And, every day at 5:30pm… I give her back her body.
