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My fiance has seizures and DID. Sure, she told me about it and sure, I've seen it on tv shows, but, nothing prepared me for coming face to face with someone who was my fiance, but not. My fiance had a seizure and that was the night I met "J". "J" was everything you'd imagine when thinking of the word psychopath.
She was cold. Unfeeling. Very much fueled by hatred and anger. Wanting nothing more than to cause misery and discomfort to the host which is my beautiful fiance. She grabbed a knife and instantly had it at my throat. Pressing the cold tip in until I thought the skin would surely give in to the pressure. "Are you afraid?" She whispered, cold as the aura that surrounded her. "Not even a little bit." I replied, stoic as I've ever felt in my life. She glares, slowly tracing my jugular. The first moment I feel the pressure lighten I grab the handle, placing my other hand on her elbow making sure she cant bend and free the knife from her hand. "Well, you're no fun." She snarls. "No fun like the others, crying, begging for me to stop." She likes the fear, feeds on it. "Don't worry, we'll see what makes you scared. See you soon." She pulls a lighter from my fiance's pocket and sets the leg of her pajama pants on fire. My fiance collapses as I rush to stomp out the flames that are slowly consuming her leg. She comes to feeling drained and tired with no memory of the almost bloodbath that could have happened, wondering why it smells of burnt clothing...
Fast forward about 2 months
It had been a while since I had seen an alter again. The memory of "J" burned into my memory like the burnt marks on the wood floor of our studio from the fragments of pajama pants. My fiance has another seizure and I brace myself for the wrath of "J". That is, if "J" was who showed up. No....this....this was different. Silent but genius. This was "Talas".
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