Dissociative Identity Disorder Fiction Books Novels & Stories

She chuckled, "She was locked in the old Patton estate. Went nuts and rampaged through the streets, hurting people. Ended up in a psychiatric hospital." I blinked, then shook my head. "She brought it on herself. Got what she deserved." Raising my beer, I grinned, "To our better lives." She clinked her bottle against mine. "To our brighter future." It was Friday, and we drank happily late into the night. The next morning, I woke up to sunlight streaming through the windows, warm and golden. My new life was just beginning. The End

*The Secret Society* Emma sat in the dimly lit café, sipping her coffee and staring at the small folder she had received from an anonymous source. The folder was labeled "The Order of the Phoenix" and contained a series of cryptic documents and symbols. As she flipped through the pages, Emma's eyes widened in shock. The documents seemed to describe a secret society that had been operating in the shadows for centuries. They were known for their ruthless tactics and obsession with power. But what really caught Emma's attention was the mention of a prophecy. According to the documents, a young woman with a specific genetic makeup would hold the key to unlocking an ancient power. And Emma's sist

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

he said stating the fucking obvious. It amazed me how someone could be so unpredictable. He was cruel enough to lock me down like a dog and order his men to murder an old lady for helping me. Yet, he was warm enough to hold my head when I bumped it into the bed top rail and catch me when I would fall. God, this man suffers from dissociative identity disorder or something.

I covered my face with my pillow again as I kicked my feet in the air. "Why! Why! Why!-" 'ding' "Huh?" I stopped kicking my Feet as I JUMPED off the bed to get my phone. I hurriedly went to our chat and saw his reply. [I get anything I want, Amelia.] Why did I feel like this man has a dissociative identity disorder. An hour ago he was quiet and reserved (that almost gave me a heart attack during dinner) and now he was being bossy. I rolled my eyes when I read his text.

Clea asked Kali. "Yeah, yeah. Apparently, it's a mental illness. In rare cases, when a person is severely traumatized, their brain often creates a different identity. A consciousness that helps them deal with the stress. It's a trauma response and it's called Dissociative Identity Disorder or Multiple Personality Disorder. A condition in which two or more distinctive identities or personality states alternate in controlling a person's consciousness and behaviour. So... this guy, huh, Hunter, is one of the personalities Tarik created to deal better with his trauma. I can't believe I'm saying this, but now it makes sense that you don't wanna be with him." "This is crazy. This is horrible."

The doctor said. “Then, what’s happening to me, doc?” Isabelle asked, worried. “I think you have a different version of multiple personality disorder,” Doctor Felicia said. “What? How do you mean?” Isabelle asked. “Okay, let me explain more. You see, Dissociative Identity Disorder, otherwise known as Multiple Personality Disorder is a mental health condition that makes people to have two or more separate personalities. These separate identities control a person's behaviour at different times and it usually causes gaps in memory and among other problems. The reason you don’t remember what happened all night was because you switched personalities from the real you to the other version of you,”

"And why the hell are you at Liam's house? Kat…are you hurt?!" "No…I mean….not yet," I stammered. "Selena, one minute he's sweet and nerdy, asking if I want tea, telling me to sleep... and the next.." I shuddered. "The next, he's someone else. Cold. Angry. Violent. His eyes... God, his eyes don't even look human sometimes." The words tumbled out fast, messy. Selena's breathing sharpened on the other end.“Kat... that sounds like DID. Dissociative Identity Disorder ,,,you remember that from class?The personality disorder? It’s real, and it’s serious. He could have... more than one side.”

His broad shoulders slump under an invisible weight, and his eyes—those usually fierce, commanding eyes—stay glued to the floor, hollow and unblinking. I've never seen him look so... ashamed. He lets out a dry, brittle laugh. "So..." He rubs the back of his neck, his fingers pressing hard enough to leave marks. "I considered the possibility that I have dissociative identity disorder. Classic trauma response. Would've been almost funny, right?" He says it like a joke, but there's no humor in it, only raw, bone-deep fear flickering in the depths of his gaze. "I even bought books."