She, he, and the girl.
Description
Hello! I just got a random idea, and decided to write this foreword first. :) I shall focus on this short fic after i finish my main stories.
Oh and, i love IU, please don't misunderstand me XD She fits the 'innocent' thing really well so there! I used her as my model for the main image :P I was going to do a gif, but let's just say GIFs hate me. Yeah.
“It felt like something that happened within a dream.” – Miyazaki Tsutomu
This fic shall be about a girl with split/ multiple/ dissociative personality disorder. I thought that writing from the point of view of a patient would be interesting, thought i doubt the fic would be medically or logically correct. This story is purely for entertainment purposes, hence please do not use it for anything else.
It may be a little disturbing to those of you who have never come in touch with patients, but i have. They deserve a better life, really.
While i was researching on this topic, i realised there was a book written about a female 'Eve', and.. let's just say i learned a lot. :D
I will be writing from three perspectives, it depends on you to figure out who's who. With that, i hope you enjoy the story (the foreword for now).
Foreword
I hate writing forewords, but here you go:
The girl ran her hands through the bed of daisies, smiling gently as she felt each soft white petal of the delicate flower. They were so pretty, in her eyes… fragile, yes, but beautiful.
Then, she crushed them in one clenched fist—they were too fragile. Way too fragile.
“What have I done?” When she realized that she’d destroyed the piece of life she’d found in this hellhole, she gasped and quickly let the crushed petals go.
Watching as they fell to the cold tiled ground, she smirked. That’s exactly what happened to their blood too. Drip. Drop.
She giggled. Then she began laughing maniacally till the nurses came in, grabbing her wrists.
It wasn’t hilarious to her. The laughter sounded more like cackling in her ears, and the girl wondered who exactly was laughing. Her wrists were bound to the sides of the hospital bed, and she thrashed around wildly, wondering who was being tied down. It can’t be me.
From the side of her eyes, she watched as the man walked in. And the laughter died down.
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