The chaos of the morning seemed to subside fairly quickly after Maddy’s outburst, the staff taking little notice as the residents were now starting to clear the table after breakfast. She had not returned and a few moments later Erik had left the room as well, though several minutes later he returned and sat next to her, offering up an excuse for Maddy’s behaviour. [color=DC143C]“Don’t worry” [/color] she replied with a hesitant grin [color=DC143C] “I’m not here to judge anyone or…” [/color] but as she spoke suddenly a splitting headache struck and her vision started to swim violently. If she had not been sat she was certain she would have lost her balance and possibly even passed out, groaning she clasped at her head her surroundings mostly forgotten as an extremely bizarre sensation gripped at her. A few moments later as quickly as it had come the pain subsided and everything returned to normal, though she certainly felt a lot worse and she blinked a few times as she looked around. [color=00a651]"In the meantime, are you ready for an almost extraordinarily series of lectures, punctuated only by attempting to convince a man who thinks you are crazy that you are sane?" [/color] asked Erik smiling at her as he grabbed a small bunch of grapes from a plate that was about to be whisked away. She took a moment to regain her composure and forced a slight laugh, trying to push the incident from her mind though it was quite concerning, she replied [color=DC143C] “Yeah well I’d feel a lot better about it if I didn’t have to take a cocktail of vile drugs every morning” [/color]. She hesitated briefly and wondered if she should tell him that she didn’t think she should be here, that she had no illness or condition that needed to be monitored and tested, but she realised that each of them probably thought along the same lines as her regardless of how true it may or may not be. Before she could consider it further the cleaner that had been tidying the last of the plates gave them a quick scowl, indicating that since they hadn’t been particularly assisting in their chores it would be best to move on to their lessons. As Teres stood she flashed a smile at Michael, not wanting to ignore him she wondered how much he truly believed that the little puppet was alive and his friend. He seemed quite sweet and she decided to make some time to talk to him properly in the evening, not wanting to dismiss him just because he talked to a sock. She watched Erik for a few more moments before standing, the ‘group’ now collectively making their way through the house to where their lessons were held, though again as she walked a tingling sensation began to gnaw at her again and again, occasionally her vision swimming slightly or a weak feeling taking a hold of her as she took a seat. The rest of the day passed in somewhat a blur, through combination of dull introductions and the droning tone of their lecturer she had trouble enough staying focused, least of all because of the strange feelings that kept sweeping over her. Before she knew it she had been taken away and found herself sat in the small office that was used by their resident therapist, Dr Gill. He was sat across the desk scrawling notes on a clipboard as she nervously sat in silence watching him, his wrinkled face and hands reminded her of one of those dogs that had too much skin – but older. After a short while he stopped and looked up at her and seemed to be examining her briefly before he scrawled a few more notes and then put the clipboard on his desk before he leaned back in his large leather chair and gazed at her briefly before he introduced himself. “Teres Wratherton” he began glancing at his notes as he continued “I am Dr Gill, I see you have Dissociative identity disorder, recently diagnosed after an episode in which you assaulted an unknown individual with no memory of said event.” He paused again as if to leave her room to say something, though she didn’t know what this should be so she simply nodded and he went on “episodes of denial and frustration, no distinct personalities have thus far been observed other than that of the original subject”. With that he removed his glasses and once more put down the clipboard, thinking for a few moments before he asked “and so you still do not recall this event or believe you suffer from this condition?” The question threw her off slightly, she was surprised considering that no one else had asked her this, and certainly not so directly. She quickly nodded before add a meek [color=DC143C] “yes” [/color], suddenly feeling nervous and uncertain and said [color=DC143C] “er… no” [/color]. He then began to quiz her on the last few weeks, picking up his clipboard again and asking questions about how she had been feeling, what she had been doing and even asking about her home life, occasionally going as far as to ask her if her parents beat her, touched her or did any number of unspeakable things to her. He seemed to obsess over the smaller details, most of them she attributed to the side effects from the medication or said they were what she would have considered ‘normal’ (after all what teenager doesn’t get a little bit depressed every now and then, especially when all of their friends had disowned them for being crazy…), but it was clear from his frantic scribbling that he felt otherwise. Eventually his questions were at an end and he once more removed his glasses and gazed analytically at her before he cleared his throat and began. “Miss Wratherton, it is this behaviour that leads me to believe that you most certainly are suffering from dissociative identity disorder, a condition notorious for episodes of amnesia, denial and on occasion extremely unsuitable and even violent behaviour, all of which match with what I see here. Frequently reported symptoms also include depression, mood swings, amnesia, anxiety and sometimes psychotic-like symptoms, which it could be argued you have also been experiencing”. He reached into one of his desk draws and pulled out a book and placed it on the desk, it was titled [i]‘The Three Faces of Eve’[/i]but continued to speak as he did so “the fact that no distinct personalities have yet emerged is a little concerning to me, though considering that you seem to be avoiding telling me about any childhood trauma or abuse it would not be too much of a stretch to suggest you are simply concealing this from me too.” Teres sat almost flabbergasted by his conclusion and could feel her face turning red as she stumbled over her words to reply [color=DC143C] “B-but there isn’t anything to lie about! I’m not hiding any trauma or abuse and I’m definitely not lying about anything!” [/color] At her raised voice Dr Gill simply scrawled a few more notes and with a somewhat disappointed tone he said “That will be all for today Miss Wratherton” before he dismissively waved towards the door. Her temper rising Teres stood and stormed from the room and practically slammed the door behind her, initially she headed towards the room where the others were still having their lesson but as she went over the appointment over and over in her mind she suddenly stopped and decided that she was going to sneak outside for a cigarette, slightly beyond the point of caring if she was caught right now. As she marched up into the room she shared with Maddy and Sarah suddenly her head began to pound and her vision swim and she staggered slightly before a few moments later everything went black. --- Bish opened his eyes and took a deep long breath of air, glancing briefly around the room that he found himself stood in. It seemed to be some kind of sleeping quarters, what looked like a trio of beds and meagre possessions arrayed around the room. Looking down he examined his body, remembering now the brief escape he’d managed a few weeks ago when he’d last awakened. He grinned as he recalled how good it had felt to frolic free and release his built up tensions on that unfortunate girl that had crossed his path. The body he was examining was thin, hairless and smooth, the hands pink and soft with the nails carefully groomed with some strange bright colour covering them. As he looked around he spotted an open doorway which led into some sparkling white tiled room, but most importantly there was a reflective surface and he could see the face of his host looking back at him. With a skip and a hop he made his way up to the reflective surface and gazed at his new face eagerly. [color=DC143C] “Hideous” [/color] he spat as he looked at the long dark hair and small feminine features that dominated the face as he probed, poked and prodded at it with the fingers that were now his. He then spent a few more moments examining the body and with a smirk he grasped at ‘his’ breasts giving them an experimental squeeze before slapping a butt cheek and then thought [color=DC143C] ‘well I suppose I could get used to it…’ [/color] imagining briefly how he’d be able to use his new feminine form to torment others. Closing his eyes he probed into the mind that he now occupied and wrenched as much information he could from the cowering consciousness that now lay dormant within, spending a few moments as he slowly became more intimate with some of the details of Teres life. The most prominent thought that sprung forth was that she had been about to get some cigarettes, whatever they were, and smoke one of them whilst hidden so that no-one would find her. Opening his eyes again he stalked back into the bedroom and rifled through ‘his’ possessions before he pulled out the hidden pack and lighter and glared sceptically at them. The memories he now had seemed to be telling him that they were very good, but very bad for you – and in fact they were considered contraband in this place. Shrugging he peeled open the lid of the tiny container and pulled out one of the thin white sticks and placed it delicately in his new lips before he began to fumble with the small fire making device, eventually causing a small flame to spring up as he inhaled the smoke deeply before exhaling and sprawling out across one of the three beds. A few moments later he smiled and made a metal note that he liked these cigarettes quite a bit. Just as he began to rifle through the nearest set of draws there was suddenly an extreme stabbing pain in his mind and he felt his grip on the girl’s mind loosening again. [color=DC143C] “Not yet you bitch!” [/color] he hissed as he tried to resist as much as he could, but a few moments later everything went dark and Bish was forced back into the tiny cold space that he had known for too many years. --- Teres stood absolutely shocked and bewildered as she realised what she was doing. Cigarette in one hand and one of Sarah’s bras in her other she was apparently in the process of rooting through her underwear draw as she lay sprawled on her bed. Throwing the undergarment down she scrambled off the bed with an unceremonious thud and rushed over to the window before she opened it wide, moving back across the room to the bathroom she flushed the lit cigarette as quickly as she could before she stopped and exclaimed [color=DC143C] “What the actual fuck!” [/color] About ten minutes later she sheepishly made her way back into the classroom, avoiding meeting anyone’s eyes as she shuffled to the back of the room and hoped to god that no-one would notice she’d be gone longer than an hour or smell her new application of perfume, or most importantly her rather panicked gloomy mood as she considered that she actually might belong here with them.