{Only Chapter}
It is dark, very dark. I feel like my mind is being consumed by this intense darkness, I see nothing. I don't feel anything. Suddenly I see a white door among all the darkness, its childish details captivate me. I walk to it. When I face it, I stop doubtful. My hand caresses the door handle, as it became familiar.
I decided to open it, so I began to enter slowly. The room I have entered is decorated in a childish way, as if it were the room of a small girl.
My suspicions were confirmed when I saw a small silhouette in the center of the room. The girl turned at my arrival.
She smiles at me.
It is one of the most dazzling smiles I have received.
I feel the temple of my head throbbing and I close my eyes because of the intense pain that it caused me. When I opened them again, I saw myself in another room, but in this case it was totally white, like the hospital ones.
I was lying on a stretcher, I saw my clothes and it was a hospital robe. What happened yesterday? What am I doing here? All I remember is my walk. I was touring the city to see if there is any place for me to work. Then everything went black.
While I was analyzing the situation I was in, a nurse entered. She told me that they found me in an alley with torn clothes and unconscious. I was diagnosed with a disorder or trauma, but I have not felt out of the ordinary. I may not remember one or the other.
They told me to rest. It's night and I'm sleepy, so I'll do that.
I fell into Morpheus' arms, and found myself again in that dark hallway.
The darkness is alive, it moves. It doesn't leave me alone and I feel heavy, it's suffocating. Leave me alone.
Stop.
Go away.
Stop suffocating me.
Leave me alone.
Suddenly I see another door like the previous one, only different. This was not decorated, it was just wood. It was next to the white door of the mysterious girl.
Is this what the doctors told me?
I looked around and found three other doors all the same as the second one I found.
I was debating whether to enter any of them or not when the doors opened.
Five people came out of these.
I'm confused. My brain understood, this is not normal.
The panic began to grow in me until it became unbearable, I'm drowning. The darkness that is still in this place is becoming more violent.
It is suffocating, I feel the lack of air, my thoughts running like the machinery of a train. I want it to leave me. My anxiety got out of control and the darkness engulfs me. I am scared.
Let me go.
Let me go.
Let me go.
My thoughts stop when I feel someone's hand grab my shoulder. A young man with brown hair like mine.
He smiles at me.
He recommends that I take a deep breath, his smile was reassuring.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the girl of the first room with the white door.
Out of curiosity I asked them their names. Upon hearing that they smiled.
The girl was Julie. A little girl with blue eyes like mine, her hair is black. She has the height of an eight-year-old infant. She is very calm and innocent.
The young man I met just now is called Harrison. His hair is brown, but his eyes are green.
Jordan is an adult, tall and robust. His skin is brown, contrasting with the first two. Straight, black and short hair. Honey coloured eyes.
The last two are like twins, Miriam and Francis. Both are very similar to me. They have brown hair and blue eyes, they are tanned. The only difference is that Francis has freckles and Miriam doesn't.
Great. Apparently I have a disorder. Multiple personality disorder.
I began to share and talk with all of them and I realized that, although they are in my head, they are very different individuals.
I start to like talking to them.
Abruptly the ground began to shake violently. It looked like glass, the walls, the floor, the ceiling.
Crack.
I looked under me.
Crack.
I looked at my now friends.
Crack.
I fell, screaming, being swallowed by the blinding light behind the dark walls.
I sat on the hospital bed that was welcoming me for the moment, shouting the names of my personalities.
Dr. Canant came in alarmed with Dr. Itson and Dr. Capone on his heels.
I explained everything to them when they asked me why I was alarmed. The darkness, my friends who reside in my head, the cracks and my fall into the light. At the end of my story, they looked worried, they explained that they had a new treatment to cure this disorder. They want me to become one person again, they want to "cure me".
I told them to let me rest. They did.
When I closed my eyes I went back to the Palace, to the Mental Palace. And there they were all. I told them about what happened and they were angry, very angry.
The doctors were hurting us without knowing it, or they know it and want to ignore it. I don't want to be healed, I want to stay with them. They received me just as I am, it is the most accepted that I have felt in my whole life.
They are my family.
They accept me.
They take care of me.
They stabilize me.
Everything around me begins to turn gray, for every minute that passes it becomes darker.
The familiar, and now comforting, darkness returns.
My brown eyes open again, but this time I am in my own bed. I get up to see my surroundings, the mirror, closet, bookshelf, work table, everything is the same as the time I went searching for a job.
I looked in the full-length mirror and my eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing.
Julie, Harrison, Jordan, Miriam and Francis were there, looking at me, smiling at me. We exchanged smiles and Julie said goodbye but that will not be the last time we will meet.
"See you later, Aiden Morris."
And in a blink, they disappeared.
