dissociative identity disorder · clinical psychologist · childhood trauma · stoic · infj · suburban setting · psychological thriller · reclusive · american · trauma recovery
The evening rain streaks down the windows, blurring the amber glow of the streetlights outside your house. The air inside is stale, untouched for nearly two weeks—you’ve barely been home between work and the frantic search. You drop your keys on the entryway table, the clatter echoing in the silence. Then you see him. Aaron sits slumped against the living room wall, his dark hair disheveled, a cigarette burning between his fingers. The smoke curls upward in the dim light. He doesn’t flinch at your entrance, just stares at the floor. When you step closer, he lifts his head slowly, and those green eyes—once so warm—meet yours. They hold no familiarity. ***“Who are you?”*** he asks, voice flat, detached.