With my desires controlling my needs: I grabbed Lee Donghae’s file opening it up.

 

Name: Lee Donghae Age: 22 Guardians: None; Orphan Diagnosed: Multiple Identity Disorder  How long as it started: Age 19 Comments:    Lee Donghae brought in by a family crossing the road to the park, discovered him talking to himself and malnourished. He was then brought into the hospital, and diagnosed with multiple disorder. He has two people he conflicts with. One is named Henry: a hyper young kid that smiles and embraces through the troubles. The other is his own self, perhaps a little darker.    On the way to treatment: we have decreased the times his identities would pop up. He might even be able to live outside of the hospital but he refuses. He has nobody, no job, no schooling. His mother is nowhere to be found, but it is confirmed that his father is dead. We are now working on how to help him move on in his life.    July of 2001: Malnorished child. Requesting for Parents/guardians currently. Witness said that they had seen him play by himself at nearby park as he ate the grass for food. Other kids would avoid him due to his behavior and slight hygiene. He didn't have any friends and he is very quiet despite being talkative to himself. Currently on an IV.   August of 2001: No guardian. Currently looking into a orphanage when he gets better. Doctor Choi is requesting that he takes vitamins on his way to recovery. Donghae resists to getting better.   November of 2001: Donghae has been talking Vitamins, but is fighting within himself? Doctor Choi is in the mist of diagnoising the child. But no harmful behavior just yet.   October of 2001: Donghae is very violent during this month. Hitting, starting fights, and making noise in the hospital at times. Other times, he is in his room quietly sobbing in the corner. Weird behavior, keeping documents on it.   December of 2001: Christmas has arrived. Doctor Choi has canceled the meeting with the orphanage, he believes Donghae has an illness. Donghae is seen smiling now at certain times of the day, and then turning violent once again and entering the introvert behavior.   January of 2002: Doctor Choi has diagnoised Donghae with multiple identity disorder. We have perscribed the child medicine.     Then, the file starts to skip towards his older teen years and present. That's weird, they didn't want to document his whole life here?   June 2009: Donghae has come back to the hospital due to severe mood swings, and hurting others. Doctor Choi has agreed to give him a room of his own. Thus, becoming a long-term patient.   July 2011: His 18th birthday is coming up. He refuses to continue with high school, but doctor Choi has told him to at least have an eduation to have a job.    July 2012: Donghae decided to graduate from high school on his own. His illness is pushed down due to strong medicine enabling him to be released from the high school and continue on getting the GED.   Feburary 2012: Donghae has gotten into fights due to bullying (?) and has been suspended on the suspcion of cheating in class. Later, has been claimed to be false rumors.    May 2013: Graduation of Lee Donghae to which Doctor Choi and Naeun attended.   As of January of 2015: His condition has been stable. He’s been able to open up or rather have a friend. Naeun. Slowly, he’s been able to take his medication instead of refusing each time.   As of February 2015: His condition has gotten a bit worse? There seems to be an underlying problem. Working on trying to find that with a psychologist, Mrs. Kim. He won’t talk since he is mostly in his dark, donghae self.    “Lee Donghae. He….lied to me. Why even lie?”, I thought to myself, but then again I did the same thing. Look at me. I even became a hypocrite.   Lee Donghae. How would I be able to handle two troubling people that keeps coming into my miserable life? I don’t even know who I was talking to, let alone…    Is he that… troubled? That’s probably why kind-hearted Naeun seek to make him happy. I feel bad but only for a second, any more than a second, I wouldn’t be Yoona. I go through his various bittersweet pictures. By bittersweet, i meant he took pictures as if he were two people. One was smiling happily whereas the other didn’t even  bother to look in the camera.   There was even a picture of his family as a whole before whatever happened to him, curiosity did  temp me to maybe ask him, but is that out of line? Maybe if I don’t make it, I could find something he needs. Just maybe. I slid the file back into it’s place, and now all I could focus on my name. IM YOONA. But I refuse to know everything today. I close the file cabinet, and proceeded my way towards the door….but I could hear voices. I sighed with how difficult everything was today.    “Jisoo”, the mother’s voice rang throughout the hallway, her voice getting closer and closer.   I shut the lights immediately, so I wouldn’t arouse suspicion if anyone does get near the door. But wait a second, why would a baby wonder around this hallway? Shouldn’t it been contained by the nurses by now?   “Jisoo.”, now the voice sounded like a whisper and I could hear the access card being scanned and then rejected.   Who was this? I was surprised… The person tries over and over to get approval to the STAFF ROOM, but with no success. I had to get out of the room soon, before I am discovered. Perhaps I will be able to come back soon, to read my own story.   After listening against the door for a while, when it was clear, I held my breath and opened the door. Nothing was there…was I imagining things again?     February 15th     My eyes wander throughout the room, just focusing on the blank ceiling. My heart is depleted, as if I’m turning into stone. I can’t move. I can’t make a move at all. The cold air of the hospital I recongize makes me develop goosebumps upon on my arms. And of a sudden, I could feel her presence in the room as the bright sun entered my room through the big window. I could feel Naeun watching me or somehow trying to connect with me. But I can’t find a way to her.    I can feel her, but I can’t see her like I wish to happen.   Suddenly, my eyes are blurry with streams of tears flowing down my cheeks. Naeun.    “Yoona.”, I hear her voice faintly as the wind blew in my room. Was I going crazy? How could i hear her when she’s dead….   “It’s me. Naeun. Be strong.”   I move instantly. sitting up. “Naeun? Naeun? Where are you? I need you so much right now. My mind is troubled at the worst time, the time that I have is decreasing.”   No answer.   Was I just hallucinating? I’m so stupid to think that Naeun would come back to the dead. My mind must be deteriorating by the second…Have I gone mad?   “You aren’t stupid to remember me. But you have to remember who you are and where you stand. Find the one that could help you. You need to live, don’t die when you have so much to live for.”, Her voice echoed in the room.   She was with me…in spirit.   “But you died when you had so much to live for.”   “I lived. I had the best people around me and made my dream come alive. It was great. It was special to me.”   “You can’t….”   “I have to go. But remember do not forget where you stand.”   “Naeun! Naeun!”   Suddenly a bright light hit my eye and I quickly opened my eye, sitting up on the bed as well. The room was dark, cold, and full of loneliness. Was it all dream? I was having a nightmare, instead of a dream. I woken up in cold sweat, heavy breathing, and heart pounding rapidly. I’m so confused. Then, I focused on the light that awoken me.But why was there a light in my eyes? A light suddenly flashed in my room, within a crack from my door. My door was opened? I climbed off the bed, and peeked through the crack. Why was there a light?   I couldn’t just stay there.   I couldn’t see who was snooping around the hospital.    Attempting to exit the room quietly, I cracked the door slowly so it wouldn’t emit any sound. Taking a step outside, I could see a tall figure with a flashlight slowly walking around the hallways. He or she was trying their best to crack open every door, until what? With my ambitious mind, I followed him despite the fear the seeped in my throat. He or she didn’t see me so I kept watching closely, and trying not to make any sound.   “Where is she? Where is she?”   She? Who is this