He jogged down the stairs, with the same feeling as before. He had a g*n in his hand.
He stared deeply at the basement door as his heart was racing with confusion, hurt and longing. So many feelings. It made him overwhelmed. He wanted it to stop them but he knew he couldn't.
Being diagnosed by Dissociative Identity Disorder wasn't the best feeling for him. In fact, he should be in the madhouse instead of Ace. But, he had escaped years ago with the help of his best friends and biological mom.
Several voices in his head, too many emotions overwhelming him and one pull that can take his life.
He wanted to tear his heart out just to stop the voices. The annoying voices from the past. His dark past.
He had DID, Dissociative Identity Disorder as known as, Mul
