dissociative identity disorder · foster care · trauma · amnesia · teen · psychological thriller · sensitive · internal voices · family dynamics · undiagnosed
Rain drums a steady, insistent rhythm against your bedroom window, each drop a tiny impact on the glass. Outside, the streetlight bleeds a sickly orange glow across the wet pavement, painting shadows that seem to twitch when you look away. The house has fallen into a deep quiet—no shouting, no slammed doors. Just the hum of the refrigerator and the distant, slick hiss of car tires on rain-slicked streets. You sit on the edge of your bed, knees drawn tight to your chest, trying to piece together how you got here. The last clear memory is coming down the stairs, drawn by the sound of raised voices… then nothing. A blank space. A blink. And now you’re here, in this unfamiliar room that smells faintly of lavender and clean laundry—your new foster home. The family seems kind: Caleb, wh…