session seven

POV Isaac:

Okay, the culprit that made me wake up at 2:00 am is someone who is singing on top of the ceiling I was going to turn around and continue sleeping but then I remembered that I live alone, so no one can be singing ... don't tell me to come in to a house without permission I kill myself. So I put on my pants that was lying on the floor and a diver from the stranger

But it still makes me a little curious and angry because who in his life starts singing at 2:00 a.m.? You can see that I am not the only one who suffers from insomnia, the thing is that if I go out to kill they would call the police because they think they are killing a cat. I go out to the small balcony that that room has and next to it I see a staircase that leads to the ceiling

When I finish up the stairs I see Eliot from behind with a guitar, wait, Eliot? I notice that he has a notebook between his legs but he is so concentrated singing a song that I am completely silent.

—I remember the unexpected day that you left leaving everything without turning back, you left I would like someone to tell me that they have seen you–I see as for a moment to run your hands over your face and continue–that your gaze is still full of that shine that does not you are having a bad time, that your smile remains the same and that we are not just another memory

I know that song, my sister sang it every damn day one day after they died, I put that song on and listened to it all night.

—When the night comes I'm just thinking of you — I join and he turns to see me scared — please don't stop

—Keep playing please

He doubts for a moment but in the end he accepts making me a place when I feel he returns to pick up the melody

—... I know that inside you still carry treasures that you lived here, you will arrive, I will laugh, you will cry, I will cry

—With my hug at the door I will be ... I will continue to wait for you

—There are so many beautiful stories you wrote, I would give everything to know that you are not sad.

I see how Eliot continues to play the guitar with tears streaming down his face. What is making him suffer so much?

—Time won't help me forget–we both sing together–what unites us cannot end when the night comes I'm just thinking of you, I know that inside you still carry ... treasures that you lived here

He stops playing the guitar and begins to cry inconsolably, he furiously tears the sheets out of his notebook, I can only let him vent because ... I am disgusting comforting people and even more so if he is just as broken as I am.

"You know the things that I could do to him now that the two of you are alone"

Enough, this is not one of your games

"No, you are right it is not, but my desire to kill him is so great that I do not understand how I contain myself sometimes"

Don't tell me the psycho who lives inside my head fell in love

"Stop saying stupid things and focus on the guy next to you, you fucking idiot"

I try to touch Eliot but he walks away and looks at me strangely. What did I do? Don't tell me I screwed up without even making a move or saying a word

—What a beautiful song–he looks at me strangely–I say your melody made a beautiful voice ... no, that's not it, just that the song is beautiful.

—So my voice is ugly?–His voice is a little more hoarse and the snot falls–To be honest, your voice is as if they were killing a cat

—hears!! I have not offended you–he hit him gently– why do you cry like that?

—When a person keeps many things, they sometimes explode no matter where or with whom they are

—Or when you feel that that person understands your pain, you don't care if they see you broken, but rather being able to download a part of what you have saved, right?

He stares at me and I let out a small laugh. I understand that feeling happened to me with a girl who I thought was my best friend but ... Matt's idiot ended up killing her.

—You told me something about a certain Matt living in your mind. What do you mean?

"Because I live in his head thanks to a trauma that he lived a long time princess"

—I think you're wrong, I never said that

—If you said it look, I'm not deaf Isaac

—Well yes, I suffer from dissociative disorder, only that you will know

—I mean, is it like you have a second personality?

"you have to give this child a round of applause"

—Yes, do you know what that disorder is about?–He shakes his head–dissociative disorder is a mental disorder that is a disconnection and lack of continuity of environments, actions and my identity

—And what does your ... personality do?

"I can get you to heaven and then cut your throat in seconds."

—Why are we talking about me? we're supposed to be talking about you

—For the first time in my life, I don't want to drown in my misfortune–we remain silent for a few seconds until he says–I want to talk to him.

—No, I'm sorry but I'm not an experiment and I'm afraid he won't be able to control himself or do something stupid

—I have spoken with him before, no?–I nod– and he didn't hurt me–I nodded confused– well I don't think I will now

"I promise to be good daddy"

Shut up stupid

"Is the baby afraid that she will hurt her prince?"

He is not my prince or anything alone ... I'm getting tired of this torture

"I already told you the solution to end me"

POV Eliot:

I close my eyes for a moment while Isaac and his other thing decide, it was making me uncomfortable to be sleeping on the couch in the living room so that's why I went up to the ceiling to distract myself a bit. Sometimes I dream about the damn accident over and over again

I need to remember in detail that accident. I know it was not a coincidence and I must see the perspective of a murderer, if Isaac's personality is a murderer then I will not hesitate to ask him.

—Hey don't fall asleep sleeping beauty

I open my eyes and see Isaac who has a somewhat mocking face but without losing the mask of seriousness, his eyes do not show any emotion and his posture is so relaxed

—He wasn't asleep, he was just thinking.

—How cool is it to meet the personality of your psychologist's grandson? I think so

—I see you're not Isaac

—You hit the nail on the head, prince–he extends his hand to me–I'm glad I'm Matt

- I thought it would be something interesting nose–by God I'm shitting with fear and I shake his hand–that they change their skin or something

He lets out a small sarcastic laugh, but they saw when a laugh doesn't give you a good feeling, or how good his laugh brings me a disturbing feeling.

—I am intrigued by why you wanted to talk to me

—I want to ask you several questions.

—I am totally forbidden to kill you, for now

I tense up at that phrase I would love for him to kill me but I must investigate first, he gets a little closer to me and I distance myself, but he comes closer but I just don't move anymore

<< Remember that you are in front of someone who suffers from dissociative disorder, who is also a murderer >>

—I tried to kill you many times but it is seen that Isaac tries to do things well, but I–he puts his hand on my neck I pray to all the saints not to die tonight– I don't want to do anything right, I didn't do it at all these years less now

I wanted to talk to you to ask you questions, since you're a murderer, I wanted ... You didn't kill my friend, didn't you?

—Of course not, that day I was having sex with a prostitute and then I killed her.

—A lot of information for me–I grimace and see that it's 4:00 am–I think it's time to sleep

—Don't play with me brat–he grabs my arm and I look at him scared–will you tell me what the hell did you want me to do?

—You are a psychopath, aren't you? Well, I wanted to ask you questions about my accident and Zamira's

—Let me guess Eliot, do you think that by being a psychopath I killed people and I can tell if it was an accident or a murder that killed your friend?

—Exactly, but it's just that; I ask, you answer, you won't help me in anything else

He gives me a very serious look and all trace of mockery or smile disappears, I look at him with a little fear, I don't know how he can react.

Nor will I tell him that I do not want them to participate because I would not bear the death of someone innocent

—You're going to do what I tell you. Okay? If I say you eat shit, you go and do it–he squeezes me slightly–if you have to kill or kidnap someone, you do it.

—You don't give me orders, this is something that concerns me–I grab his wrist and hit him on the belly–if I tell you they won't participate, it's because they won't.

He lets out a little laugh I hate that I'm not taking the matter seriously, I don't want to have a crazy psychologist behind me either, he throws me against the ceiling and I try not to panic. It would be something stupid if I died on the roof of my house, I say

—Nobody gives me orders brat the time you hit me you were lucky–he grabs my chin and makes me look at him–I was going to kill you, but there were complications but don't doubt that I can kill you

—Would you kill me just because I'm giving you orders? This is ridiculous.

He shakes his head and I try to get out of his damn grip but he damn has greater strength than me, right now I hate not going to the gym.

—For me it is not ridiculous, for you or Eliot maybe it is, I do not follow orders I give them so if you want answers from me you will follow my orders

—Then I'll be left with the doubt because I'm not going to follow your stupid orders, Matt, let me go

—That girl you're Eliot, there's no deal then I'll just tell you not to provoke me again because things will go wrong

She lets go of me but before I can sit up she hits me in the face, damn it, right now I have compassion for Isaac having to put up with this idiot must be torture.

—I'll go because the sun is coming up and I must go home.

—Do you live alone?

—You won't get answers of any kind unless you accept what I told you

—Okay, they are parts of the investigation

He smirks and stretches out his hand as if we were going to seal a pact, by God this guy is going to kill me (he literally said it) and me making a deal with him.

—But you won't kill me, at least until I know the truth.

—I'll grant you that last wish, prince

—And stop calling me that way I have a name

He walks away ignoring me olympically, when he is about to go down the stairs he stops to wink at me while I stick my middle finger.

This will be the beginning of the real investigation, but why do I feel something will go wrong?

<< Why the hell do we associate with people who have second personalities? >>

author's note:

JUJUJU things will begin to take their course and things will take their course better

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