[ WP ] Write about the experiences of someone with split-personality disorder .

“ We ’ re just worried about you. ” Said Rosie. “ You ’ ve been acting strange for weeks now. I think you need to get some help. ” 
 
 The rest of my roommates agreed, nodding their heads in unison. Thorn – that wasn ’ t her real name but she refused to answer to anything else- cracked her knuckles and sat up. 
 
 “ Rosie's just being paranoid. You're fine. ” 
 
 I said nothing. What could I say? Hey guys, I know you ’ re my roommates but you should probably know that I hear voices and sometimes I black out. 
 The blackouts were one thing, I could deal with them sure enough… but it was what I apparently did during those moments that really scared me. 
 
 I had woken up in a strangers bed once, and on more than one occasion came home with a horrible hangover. People had told me they ’ d seen me out and about when I ’ d thought I ’ d spent the night in; studying or sleeping. 
 
 The worst part was not being able to remember anything, sometimes if I was lucky I would catch flashes or glimpses of something I ’ d done. Most of the time I relied on other people to tell me what I ’ d gotten up to. 
 
 “ I think you ’ re fine. ” Aaron said, rubbing his eyes. The others had clearly woken him ( despite the fact that it was just after three in the afternoon ). “ Just do what you want to do. Don ’ t let them tell you what to do. ” 
 
 Thorn scoffed, “ That ’ s rich, coming from the senior who hasn ’ t attended any classes since he was a freshman. ” 
 
 “ Neither do you. ” 
 
 “ Yeah but at least I study. Unlike you some of us work hard to be where we are. ” 
 
 “ I can ’ t help it if I ’ m gifted. ” 
 
 “ Please don ’ t fight again. ” Rosie said, her voice was so timid and quiet I was amazed they even heard her. 
 
 “ Miss Rochfield? ” A voice called. 
 
 I stood up and nodded. 
 
 “ I ’ m doctor Bloom. My office is this way. ” 
 
 “ Wait. ” I said, looking to my roommates. “ I don ’ t really want to do this alone. Can they come too? ” 
 
 The doctor, clearly seeing how distressed I was, eyed them for a moment with a slight frown before nodded and ushering me into his office. 
 
 He took a seat behind his desk and I took one in front of it. Thorn sat beside me, Rosie and Aaron waited by the door. 
 
 “ What seems to be the problem? ” 
 
 “ She ’ s crazy. ” Thorn said. 
 
 “ Don ’ t say that. ” Aaron replied. 
 
 * “ Ring around the rosy a pocket full of posy… ” * Rosie sang quietly. She usually hummed to herself when Aaron and Thorn started fighting. 
 
 “ Well she is. I ’ ve heard her talking to herself. Not only that but did you see her the other night? She- “ 
 
 “ It doesn ’ t matter. Even if there was something wrong we ’ ll still support and be there for her. Or are you just going to ignore her until the problem goes away again? ” 
 
 “ Don ’ t talk to me like that. ” 
 
 “ Miss Rochfield? ” The doctor asked. 
 
 It was hard to hear him over the pair fighting and Rosie humming, I sucked in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “ I am having trouble sleeping. ” 
 
 “ Is that all? ” 
 
 “ Just tell him the truth. ” Aaron said. 
 
 “ Don ’ t do that. ” Thorn replied. “ He ’ ll send you to one of those crazy places. ” 
 
 “ Just tell him. ” 
 
 I cleared my throat, trying to ignore Rosie ’ s singing. “ I keep blacking out. ” 
 
 He wrote something down on a notepad, “ Mhmm. And when did this start? ” 
 
 “ You don ’ t even care about her, do you? ” Aaron shouted. 
 
 “ I care more than you! ” Thorn retorted. “ I ’ ve known her her whole life. ” 
 
 “ So? You don ’ t even do anything to help her. You just drag her down to your level all the time! ” 
 
 “ Umm. ” I said closing my eyes, trying to drown them out. “ About three weeks ago. ” 
 
 “ Mhmm. And do you have any memory prior to these blackouts? ” 
 
 “ Sometimes I ’ m studying, sometimes I ’ m sleeping. But I keep waking up in strange places. ” 
 
 “ …strange places. Alright. And how are you feeling? ” 
 
 “ You don ’ t even know what she ’ s been through! ” Thorn shouted. 
 
 “ I would if you ’ d back off and let her make up her own mind for once! ” Aaron shouted back. 
 
 “ Uh. Alright I guess. I ’ m not crazy or anything. I just have blackouts. That ’ s about it. ” 
 
 The doctor nodded and stood up. “ It sounds like you ’ ll be okay. ” 
 
 Thorn and Aaron were in each other ’ s faces; the doctor took a seat beside me and removed his glasses. “ I ’ m going to take care of everything. ” 
 
 * “ …we all fall down. Ring around the rosy and pocket full of posy… ” * 
 
 “ You weren ’ t even there for her. *I* was! ” 
 
 “ Don ’ t you speak to me about being there for her. I ’ ve seen her at her worst. ” 
 
 The doctor put his glasses back on and turned around. ** “ SHUT UP. ” ** 
 
 Everyone went quiet. Aaron and Thorn stared with their mouths agape, eyes wide. No one had ever spoken to them like that before. 
 
 I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes. It hadn ’ t been this quiet in years. I could hear my heart beating. 
 
 Rosie sobbed in the corner, she had sunk to the floor. She really didn ’ t like loud noises. 
 
 Without warning, the door opened and an older man with a lab coat on walked in. He was carrying a few documents and looked a little confused when he saw me sitting there. 
 
 “ Miss Rochfield, I presume? ” He said. `` it's good to see you. This should just be a quick evaluation that will let us know whether you're fit to leave the institute.'' He added a quick reassuring smile. 
 
 “ Hello doctor. ” I said. `` I am feeling fine.'' 
 

