Chapter Title: For Liora
Notice..
This is a work of fiction. It should be noted that event and characters are not real so if some situation and statement feel real then it all purely coincidental .
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Before Damien could react, Annalisa stepped outside. As expected, guns were already aimed at her dozens of them. But she didn't flinch.
"Don't move!" voices barked in unison the moment she was in sight. Calmly, she stopped, dropped to her knees, then lay flat on the ground, placing her hands over her head with chilling obedience.
One of the men rushed forward to cuff her, but the rest kept their weapons locked on her as if expecting an ambush.
A whisper escaped her lips as her cheek pressed against the cold ground.
"This is for you, Liora…" A tear slipped down her cheek just as she turned her head slightly to catch one last glimpse of Damien before everything went black. She'd been injected.
Damien's heart dropped. His fists clenched as he saw Annalisa's body go limp. Something inside him snapped. He swore in that moment, he would do everything in his power to help her. He would get her out, and together, they would burn the ones responsible to the ground.
Without hesitation, he turned and launched himself through the window of the hall, vanishing into the night.
Annalisa's world faded in and out. She was dragged into a black van, unaware of her surroundings, lost in sedation. The van moved for hours through the city, then veered off-road, deeper into a dense forest, until it finally stopped at what looked like a secret facility.
Unconscious, she was transferred into a sterile room.
Time passed. The drug wore off. Annalisa slowly opened her eyes. The unfamiliar ceiling above her didn't faze her, she remained still. She sat upright on the bed in complete silence, her gaze was empty, her expression unreadable.
She stared into the void for what felt like hours. When the door creaked open, she didn't move. A nurse entered, walked over, and gently tapped her shoulder.
But got no reaction, she tapped again but still got nothing. Alarmed, the nurse called in a doctor. He tried to speak to her, then shone a light into her eyes. Even after holding it there for several seconds, she didn't blink.
Her pupils had shrunk unnaturally.
"Was she injured before you brought her here?" the doctor asked sharply.
"Nothing happened," one of the soldiers replied, frustrated.
The leader, growing impatient, slammed his fist on a nearby table.
That was the trigger. Annalisa's scream tore through the room.
"I'll kill you all! I'll kill you because you killed her!" she shrieked, her voice broken, wild, unhinged.
Before anyone could stop her, she grabbed the glass placed earlier on her tray, smashed it, and lunged at the nurse with a jagged shard.
Chaos erupted.
They managed to restrain her just before she reached her target. But then, she froze.
Her arm suspended in midair. Her breathing slowed.
And then, she began talking to herself.
"She wasn't the one… then who?" she muttered.
"Me? I didn't… I couldn't have killed you."
It was like watching a woman trapped in her own mind, having a monologue with ghosts only she could see.
The men stood frozen in disbelief.
"Doctor, what's wrong with her?" one of them finally asked, his voice laced with concern and unease.
The doctor glanced at Annalisa, still speaking to herself in fragmented whispers, then shook his head slowly.
"I can't say for sure… not yet." He turned to the nurse, snapping her out of her dazed state.
"Sedate her—for now." The nurse nodded, visibly shaken, but moved quickly. She approached Annalisa with cautious steps, syringe in hand. Annalisa didn't flinch. She didn't even seem to notice.
It was as if she had vanished deep into a world of her own, a place far beyond their reach.
A few seconds after the injection, her eyelids fluttered. Her body went limp. Once again, she slipped into darkness.
"Doctor… what now?" the nurse whispered, looking down at Annalisa's unconscious form.
"We'll have to run some tests. A full neurological and psychological work-up. Until then…" he paused, exhaling deeply. "Just keep her sedated."
With that, the doctor and the others filed out of the room, leaving the her behind.
Alone, in the silence. Trapped in a world no one could see.
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The leader of the group reported back to their superior, detailing everything that had happened. After a brief deliberation, they all came to the same conclusion:
Annalisa was faking it.
Or at least, that's what they believed.
As a result, she was placed under strict surveillance. Every move she made was monitored. For the days that followed, Annalisa was subjected to countless tests, continuous sedation, and endless observation.
Weeks passed in a blur of white coats and cold instruments. And now, today was the final test, the last evaluation to determine once and for all what was truly wrong with her.
The room was tense. Three psychiatrists stood by, clipboards in hand. A few nurses lingered near the door. The same men who had brought her in were stationed around the room, watching her like hawks.
"Hi, Anna," one of the nurses called gently.
Annalisa didn't respond. The nurse smiled softly and reached into her pocket, pulling out a chocolate bar. At the sight of it, Annalisa slowly lifted her head, her eyes curious. The nurse extended the chocolate toward her, beckoning.
"Come on. You can have it."
Annalisa hesitated for a moment… then slowly got up, took the chocolate and whispered a soft "thank you," and began devouring it with unsettling eagerness.
One of the psychiatrists turned to the others.
"As you can see… she exhibits multiple, inconsistent behaviors. One moment she acts like a child quiet, hesitant, emotionally delicate. The next, she's mature, poised… dangerously sharp. Sometimes she's brave. Sometimes timid. Sometimes cold. Sometimes deeply emotional."
He paused, flipping through his notes.
"In conclusion, our assessment points to a severe psychological condition. One with multiple facets of identity and behavior."
He looked up solemnly before he spoke.
"We believe Annalisa is suffering from a rare but serious disorder Dissociative Identity Disorder [DID], formerly known as split personality."
To Be Continued
Fun Facts:
{DID is a severe psychological disorder where a person has two or more distinct identities or personality states that take control of their behavior at different times. These different identities are called "alters" and can have their own names, ages, genders, voices, attitudes, and even memories.
DID is almost always caused by severe trauma, especially in early childhood}