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Chapter 1 (v.1) - Doctor's Appointment

Submitted: April 20, 2018

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~Doctor's Appointment~

"Can I ask who I am talking to right now?" asked a doctor in front of me.

I looked around the room, seeing that I was in a doctor's office. I saw what anyone would expect to see in such a place: anatomical posters, bone and organ models, that weird table thingy... It was fairly typical, but I just wanted to know why I was there.

That's when I remembered the doctor was still sat directly opposite me, watching my startled reaction to waking up. I think he even took a note down on his clipboard. I looked back at him and loosened my muscles, frowning at the man.

"You seem confused," the doctor acknowledged, sitting back in his seat. "I'm guessing you are Sully."

The guy knew my name. That didn't make me feel any better.

"Yeah," I answered, growing defensive. "What of it?"

"Nothing," the doctor replied, shaking his head. "Matt told me that you would be the most confused about being here."

"Matt?" I queried, folding my arms. "Matt brought us here and forced me out?"

"He had to," the doctor excused. "The others knew beforehand that they had to come out for this appointment, but each one of them said that you were the distant one. You are either in full control or not in control at all."

"But why did I have to be forced out?" I questioned. I was growing more and more uncomfortable.

"Because I have to meet all of you," the doctor told me. "This appointment involves each alter living inside Matt's body. You're the last one for me to speak with."

My eyes narrowed as I stared at him with anger. "I have nothing to say to you," I spat. The doctor remained completely calm.

"It is to my understanding that you, Sully, desire independence," he said. "You are not content living inside Matt's body. That is why you keep yourself distant. You don't speak with the others and you do not like it when they can see what you are doing."

"What do you want from me?" I growled at him. "I'm not gonna sit here so you can tell me what I already know about myself."

"I just want to ask you a few questions," the doctor answered. "I asked the same questions to the others, but I believe your answers will be very different compared to theirs."

"Tch," I hissed, slouching in my chair. "Make it quick, doc."

The man opposite me adjusted his glasses and flicked through a few pages attached to his clipboard, then clearing his throat before he asked the first question. "Alright, first of all... How old are you, Sully?"

I raised my eyebrow at him. This wasn't so bad, I'll admit it. It just sounded like typical doctor stuff. "Fifteen," I answered. I saw the doctor nod his head as he noted it down.

"Good," he replied. The way he said it kinda got me annoyed. It was as if he was talking to a stubborn problem child. Anyway, he continued to question me. "And what are your interests? Do you have any hobbies?"

Now his questions sounded like what I'd expect to find on a social media bio template. Interests? Hobbies? I could only shrug my shoulders as I said whatever came to my head. "I dunno, I like gaming, watching TV, going out..."

"You're a bit of a party boy, aren't you?" the doctor suddenly cut in. I became defensive.

"Did you ask that to the others?" I shot back at him. He shook his head but chuckled to himself.

"No, but Matt implied that you went out a lot," he answered. "Apparently you're the one who leaves empty beer bottles around the house, and the others did report waking up with hangovers not caused by their own drinking."

"So what?" I snapped. "I like having a good time with my friends. Is that such a problem?"

"It is when you're sharing the same body as four other people," the doctor retorted. "But I'll talk to you about that in a moment. I just need you to answer the rest of these questions."

"What?" I reacted. "How long do you expect me to sit here for? I didn't even consent to attending this appointment!"

"You needed to be here regardless of whether you wanted to come or not," the doctor informed me. "I have an offer which may interest you the most, but I'll need to finish asking you these questions just so I have a profile of you for reference."

Again, this all seemed pretty intrusive, but I just sat back and answered his questions. My favourite colour is black, I like listening to rock music... All the typical questions, really. But then came a question which the doctor almost seemed interested in asking: "What are you afraid of?"

I thought about it for a few seconds before shrugging my shoulders and shaking my head. "Nothing," I answered. He didn't seem to believe me.

"Nothing at all?" he queried. "Not even anything relating to your past?"

I felt my fists clench. Nosy bastard. He had no right to ask such a question.

"No," I hissed viciously, trying to contain my anger. He looked as if he didn't believe me, but he thankfully moved on from the subject to ask more stupid questions. Then, when it was all done, he flicked to another piece of paper on his clipboard.

"Now then, I've got a few extra questions for you to answer," he explained. "Matt has already told me as much as he can about you, and so have the others, but their knowledge of you is limited." The man stood up from his seat, gesturing for me to do the same, which I did with caution. He then pointed to a mirror on the wall. "Look there," he commanded. Again, I did as I was told. I saw myself in the reflection, but my light brown hair was unusually neat. And I was wearing such boring clothes that I knew weren't mine.

"Who do you see?" the doctor asked me. I stared at my face in the mirror, locking my gaze onto my own green eyes. I ran my hand through my hair and ruffled it about, just to give it that "me" vibe.

"I see myself," I answered.

"You don't see Matt?" the doctor questioned. I just shook my head.

"Nope, that's me," I repeated. In the reflection I could see the doctor standing behind me, taking notes.

"So you see yourself as the host," he concluded. I didn't need to look at my reflection to know I was frowning, and I turned around to properly watch the man. Once he was done taking his notes, he looked at me once again. "Please, come over here."

The doctor pulled his chair to a low table, placing a piece of paper on the table top. I immediately recognized what it was. It was a drawing of our inner world, and judging by the handwriting labelling the areas, I could tell that Matt drew this.

I sat opposite the doctor, staring at the drawing for a short while. He observed me, as if expecting me to react or something, before he finally decided to speak up. "Do you know what this is?" he asked.

"Yeah," I answered, not taking my eyes off the sketch. "It's our inner world." I guess I was so fascinated by the drawing because it's been so long since I explored the inner world beyond my own confines.

Our inner world is one of those feudal Japanese castles. Not one of the tall ones, but one of the flat ones which are only built on one floor, like Nijo Castle (that's right, I know what Nijo Castle looks like; thanks, Marley). Medieval stone castles are more fortified, but we chose a Japanese castle because it's just so cosy and warm. It doesn't make us feel like we're at war, but it makes us feel safe.

We all have our own rooms, which Matt had labelled on this plan like the wannabe architect he is. Naturally Matt has the largest room, but the downside is that that's the only room he can hang out in. None of us alters can go see him, and he can't come and see us.

The other three alters interact with one another quite a bit. They can roam the castle and the beautiful gardens, and there are a few features personal to themselves, such as a small Japanese shrine which Marley had installed outside, a private garden for Jacob and a fountain for Henry. I'll be honest, I had no idea this stuff existed until looking at this sketch Matt did.

My room is currently empty. The doctor already knew that since Matt explained the world to him when he was in the consciousness. The other alters can go visit my room and have fun with whatever I left behind, but I didn't leave anything too important.

There is a river which almost entirely surrounds our castle. It separates one area of land, which is still within the confines of the outdoor castle walls. This small, detached area of land is where I live. There used to be a bridge so that the other alters could come over to my area, which was originally shared as a little tea spot, but I have taken down the bridge myself. Although, this wasn't enough. If they wanted to, the others could shout over to me or even try swimming through the river. That's why I spend most of my time somewhere else.

The doctor pointed to the wall which guarded my area. On the wall, Matt had drawn in a door. "This door," the doctor began, "where does it lead?" I had a feeling that he already knew, but he wanted me to answer.

"It leads to a void," I answered quietly, my eyes still on the drawing. "That's where we go to hibernate."

"But the others can no longer reach that door," the doctor noticed. He really was observant, wasn't he?

"No, they can't," I agreed.

"So, that has become your door," the doctor concluded. "You're never in your room and you're never in your isolated patch of land."

I knew what further conclusion he was leading to, so I got there before him just to steal his thunder. "I go in there," I finished. "I go through that door, where no one can disturb me. I come out when the others are resting."

"Which is usually when the host body is sleeping," the doctor added.

"Not always, doc," I corrected. "I've existed in Matt's head longer than the others. I know a few tricks to block the view, and I ain't sharing them with you." If I told him the hacks I had learned, he'd tell Matt or one of the other alters. I couldn't have that; they'd work together to make sure I never forced them to black out. They'd probably even ambush me as I stepped out of the consciousness, preventing me from going into the void.

Thankfully, the doctor didn't ask me to tell him my secrets. Instead, he sat back in his seat and eyed me curiously. I slouched and folded my arms, giving him a cold stare just so I didn't feel weak or anything.

"Well, Sully, you are an interesting one indeed," the man commented. "I've never met an alter who wants independence so badly. I know of alters who often disappear into the void in their inner world, or alters who isolate themselves, or even alters who assume the position as host, but I've never met an alter who wants to get away from everyone else."

"Can I go now?" I asked through clenched teeth. I could feel my fists clenching, but this tension was hidden because my arms were still folded. I only grew more wary when the doctor leaned forwards and removed his glasses, placing them down on the table.

"Sully, I have an offer which may interest you," he said to me. "I've already spoken to the others about it, but I think you'll like this offer the most."

I narrowed my eyes but leaned a little closer. I knew that I had to humour him, then brutally shut him down when he bored me to death with some medical bullshit. "Go on," I replied.

"There is an experimental treatment for people like you," the doctor began. "For decades scientists have been working on growing embryos artificially, but they are void of any genes. They have no DNA. Think of them as templates. Like... video game characters which can be customized."

The idea actually did interest me. I wanted to stand up and walk out of the room just to fill the man with disappointment, but I couldn't help myself. I sat still, my eyes widening as I focused on his words.

"These templates can be designed to match the image an alter has of themselves," he continued. "Many templates have been grown and have been frozen to preserve them from further age. The scientists behind this project can transfer each individual personality in Matt's brain, including yourself, into one of these templates. You will each be transferred into a body matching your age, race and gender, and a DNA will even be artificially made for you. You will be the exact same person as your are right now, but in your own body." The doctor smiled, sitting back to take away the intensity of the conversation. "So, what do you think?"

I stared at him for a few seconds before sitting back myself, glancing to the side. "I think it all sounds a bit shady," I admitted. Then my eyes found him again, and I could tell I had an expression of intrigue. "How come this hasn't been mentioned on the news or anything?" The doctor chuckled, and I hated him for that. It made me feel like an idiot being laughed at for not knowing the answer.

"Sully, scientific breakthroughs happen more often than you think," he clarified. "There isn't time to report on them all. Not only that, but breakthroughs like this one... well, it may send the world into panic. You see, when it comes to treating mental illness, the public would rather hear about something which can cure the condition. Terminate it. Also, many disagree with the practice of growing embryos, potential life forms, to host the minds of what they see as "inhuman monsters". Your condition is widely feared, with many believing that alters like you are murderers. If the public believed that embryos were being turned into monsters, the world would fall into chaos."

I guess he had a point. Many people think that anyone with a mental illness is an insane axe-wielding murderer, especially people with my condition. Almost without realising, I nodded my head slowly. Then I finally softened my gaze and eased myself a little.

"You've talked to the others about this?" I asked for clarification. The doctor smiled and nodded his head. I thought for a short while, then I gave the man another suspicious stare. "What about Matt? What will happen to him? We were created as comfort for him."

"Matt will be fine," the doctor assured. "He has agreed to this, Sully. He will also receive the therapy he needs to get over his past trauma."

I cared about Matt a lot, so this was something I had to clear up. Knowing that he gave his consent pretty much sealed the deal for me. If Matt and the others agreed to try this treatment, then I wasn't gonna hold them back. Besides, I was the one who desired freedom.

"Alright," I mumbled. "I've got nothing to lose. If it means getting outta this body and ditching those other losers, then I'm in."

I saw the doctor smiling once again as he placed his glasses back on his face. "Good," he responded. "Expect to be picked up in one week. You will be privately transported to the hospital where the treatment will take place, then you will finally be an independent young man."

It all still sounded kinda shady, but I couldn't help but feel pretty excited. I could finally be my own person. I could do whatever I wanted. I could date girls and not need to explain that a bunch of other people were living in my head.

I could feel myself smiling. I just couldn't help it.

I was going to be a normal human being.

~End of Chapter~


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