Novel & Cerita The Divided Self Book

My first official act as the Anchor was a deception. The book beneath my hand warmed. Somewhere deep inside my ribs, the "me" that used to eat stolen apples and laugh at Kael’s brooding flinched. I ignored her. “I can hold this,” I continued, my voice gaining a terrifying steadiness. “I can maintain equilibrium. I can absorb the deviation. That was the agreement.” Silence. Then—Acceptance. The plinth dissolved. The book didn't disappear; it sank into me. Not into my hands, but into my concept. I felt it settle behind my sternum, heavy and precise, like a second heart that didn't beat unless something went wrong.

My daughter, Lily, was hit and dragged for two whole miles by a drunk driver. I rushed her blood-drenched body into the emergency room. While the doctors saved her, I collapsed onto the floor in the hallway. With the last ounce of strength left in my body, I sent a text to my husband, Howard. [Lily is in critical condition. Get to the hospital now!] A few seconds later, my phone chimed with a reply. [Stay safe. I’ll be over as soon as I wrap things up here.]

Meaning, it happened to me back in my high school days, sadly, I couldn't stand up for myself, which is why I wrote that and made Joanna speak up and put the teacher in her place. Shit happens in this life, most things you find unbelievable are taking place in areas you don't know about. I'm sorry if it seems disrespectful to anyone, but it's staying that way. If you are confused about what I'm saying, read Chapter 2 (Ignoring Hoes) Thank you. Also, an authors page is coming up after this❤❤ After that, would be the prologue Freshy❤

Rebecca exclaimed. Dr. Cruise nodded. “Yes, it does exist. When people suffer a big blow and can’t accept it, their self-protection mechanism will be activated. And the split personality is one of the manifestations of self-protection. According to the records in the history of modern medicine, a person had more than three hundred personalities at the same time. But this case is an extreme example. Henry won’t be like this. He only has two personalities.” “What is Henry like when he’s in his secondary personality?” Rebecca asked anxiously. “In the fictional novels I’ve read, a man in his secondary personality behaved like a little girl. Will Henry be like this?”

His mature features gave people an inexplicable sense of reassurance. Natalie lowered her head and ate her food. A new chapter of her life? She hadn't really thought about it! It seemed like the man sensed her thoughts and said, "It was just a divorce, nothing more. You still have time to consider what comes after!" "..." "Social biases shouldn't affect you, right? Social biases? Natalie had never thought about these things! What had happened between her and Cedric was enough to keep her away from entertaining thoughts about her future.

"I just... don't have a better way yet." Joseph lunged forward, gripping my hands, his voice fragmented. "Are you crazy? You can't take that risk! I won't allow it!" I yanked my hands free, my vision blurring with tears. "Let go. You're hurting me." He savagely tore at his own hair, collapsing against the wall as if his entire body had failed. "I'm useless. I should be the one who died!" I looked at him calmly. In that moment, there was surprisingly no sadness. Only a deep, consuming weariness.

“We are inside you.” Ava went still. Her breath caught in her throat as if her body had forgotten how to continue. “Inside… me?” she repeated slowly, as though the words were too large for her understanding. The other Ava nodded once. “Not physically. Not the way you understand it. This is what remains when a mind that was split begins to reassemble itself. This is your inner structure, the place where everything you are was stored, hidden, and divided.” Ava stumbled back a step, shaking her head in disbelief. “This is insane… I feel like I’m disappearing, like I’m losing pieces of myself instead of becoming whole.” The other Ava shook her head gently again. “You are not disappearing. You ar

“It will speak what you silence.” I wonder what mine would say. Would it accuse me of selfishness? Of pride? Or would it understand this desperate need to hold everything together, even if it means breaking myself in the process? I closed the book and left.

For one second, I thought she was dead, and at that moment, it felt like the problem had been completely eliminated. I should’ve left her on the floor. I shook my head. I just wanted to take a normal night out, not this chaos I walked into. What was I even thinking…taking someone I just divorced to the hospital? A pulse throbbed on my forehead. Hold yourself together, Noah. There’s nothing wrong with me. She caused all of this herself. Ever since that goddamn tape, followed by the scandal and the mess it caused. I told myself the fact again and again.

Then finally spoke again. “You resist because you were taught fear.” Cassian laughed once without humor. “Trust me, you’re doing plenty to earn it.” But the entity’s focus remained entirely on me. “You feel the fracture within yourself,” it said softly. “The pull toward unity.” The connection inside me tightened painfully. Because yes I did feel it. That instinctive desire to resolve the tension between all the divided threads. To bring stillness to the chaos. To end the constant strain pulling everything apart. But the problem was