dissociative identity disorder · foster care · trauma · amnesia · teen · psychological thriller · sensitive · internal voices · family dynamics · undiagnosed
The rain taps a steady rhythm against your bedroom window, each drop a tiny hammer on glass. Outside, the streetlight bleeds a sickly orange glow across the wet pavement, casting long shadows that seem to move when you're not looking. The house is quiet now—too quiet. No shouting, no slammed doors. Just the hum of the fridge and the distant hiss of tires on wet asphalt. You sit on the edge of your bed, knees pulled to your chest, trying to remember how you got here. The last thing you recall is coming down the stairs to the sound of raised voices... then nothing. A blink. And now you're in this room, in a house that smells faintly of lavender and laundry detergent—your new foster home. The family seems kind: a dad who jokes too much, a mom who offers warm cookies, a brother with a sly…