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The peculiar case of Nick Danvers 6. "I killed them… I killed them…" "What happened to him?" the slender, blonde-haired woman asked, nodding towards the man sitting on the bed. Her blue eyes filled with a professional coldness so terrifying, that Dr. Peter Coleman could do nothing but wonder why it was exactly that Ms. Carpenter had come to know the patient. He sighed, as if to point out what a lost cause the patient was, and smiled grimly. "He's got the DID," he explained, but upon seeing that she wasn't as well informed as she looked, he added, "Dissociative identity disorder… very commonly confused with schizophrenia." H

The peculiar case of Nick Danvers 5. I couldn't quite make out his face; he stood with his back turned against me in one of the room's dark spots. But now that he stood still, I had this really weird feeling of resemblance. Like he was somebody I knew. He was wearing, at least as I could see, a black, tight-fitting and long-sleeved shirt and a black pair of jeans in the same fashion as the shirt. I slammed the door shut behind me, causing the sound to go bouncing off the walls and get thrown around like an echo, in an attempt to get his attention. But he didn't even budge. "Who are you?!" I demanded, clenching my fists. No response. The d

The peculiar case of Nick Danvers 4. He felt it again; the same itching in the fingers, the feeling of a tremendous rage building up inside of him.  It escalated to a point where he couldn't help himself any longer. It was too hard to ignore. He had to release the beast. The first time had been easier, a lot easier. He'd just acted on an impulse then. But this time the need was pulling him down. It became too messy, too… just not like the first. It wasn't perfect by a long shot. Not even close to whatever the first time had been… pity. Of all the people who'd deserved it, this one really had it coming. Maybe messy wasn'

The peculiar case of Nick Danvers 3. With a somewhat high-pitched scream, I quickly sat up, sweating and panting like a dog, choking sobs as I eventually calmed down. I told myself that it had just been a really bad dream. None of it had happened. I couldn't remember what had happened after that, only pieces. Like a jigsaw puzzle where some of the crucial pieces were missing. I didn't even recall how I got myself to bed, but somehow I'd waken up on it, with Pete by my side, her warm body quivering against mine as she made low purring sounds. It felt like a bad dream. A really terrible dream that was over now, because that was all it had be

The peculiar case of Nick Danvers 2. A new day went and a new day came. Lara was still sleeping when I woke up this morning, and I'd just let her sleep. I didn't have the need to wake her up, seeming I would be late for sure if I got her up and talking. Losing my job wasn't something I wanted to, no matter how much it sucked. So I'd just very carefully sneaked out of the room and got ready for work. This day didn't go any different, minus the scolding from my boss and Lara showing up. I had, however gotten myself a new friend. A gray cat followed me all the way home from work. I named him Pete, Pete the cat. I'd had a friend named Pete on

The peculiar case of Nick Danvers 1. This was the first time he'd done it. The very first time he'd held a person's life in his hands and crushed it. It wasn't as if it had been intentional. He hadn't been planning on doing it. It was just this feeling. He'd known something was wrong for a long time, but not like this. The rage that suddenly came upon him… he just couldn't control himself. Oh well, it was over now. It was all over. He'd never be the same again. He didn't know what would happen next. But of one thing he was entirely sure…   He wanted to do it again. Waking up with the feeling that I'd spent the previous

You wouldn't give in without a fight. You would rather have your heart ripped out. Wouldn't you? I was never important... Saving the life of innocents, that was more important, wasn't it? You never cared about me... I gave you my heart, but you never gave me yours. It was too big for just one person to own... I said I loved you, you said you loved me back. But did you mean it? Why did I always have to come second if you did? I loved you for who you were... I didn't care for all those lives you saved. All I wanted was for you to be safe. But that was never your intention, was it? What did I do wrong? Di

In my time of dying, I wish you'd be here. But I guess We said some stuff we really shouldn't have back there. In my time of dying, I know I won't see you again. I don't blame you, I wouldn't be here either, If there was a choice. In my time of dying, I'm sorry for everything. Everything I said And Everything I put you through. I didn't mean for it to happen. But in the end, As I draw my Very last breath, I realize… Sorry doesn't cure