Mike's Backstory: Part 5The doorknob to my front door started to turn and Mal shot around like a jet. He held his confused expression as he knew, my mother and I were the only two that lived in the house. The malicious teen held the bloody knife upwards and took a step towards the door. It creaked open slowly and an elderly lady from the house across the road poked her head through quietly.Mike's Backstory: Part 5 by AlbinoWerewolf729
“Is everything all right?” She asked, cautiously making her way inside, “I heard a commotion and thought I should check on you--…”
Mal stood amongst the blood.
“Oh, don’t worry… Everything is just fine.” He narrowed his eyes at the old woman.
She stepped back, covering her mouth with her hands. Her face had turned a ghostly white and Mal’s smile spewed acid as it looked like she would drop dead from fright.
“M-Michael? What did you…?”
Mal waved his hand at her and moved towards the door, attempting to block the exit.
“Oh, no, no, no
Mike's Backstory: Part 4I awoke in my sub-conscious, alone and scared. The silence was unsettling. I attempted to walk, but some force was preventing my body from moving. I turned, a gasp escaping from me. I was chained… to a boulder… unable to leave. I looked around me. There were four other boulders, all with a chain… that wasn’t empty.Mike's Backstory: Part 4 by AlbinoWerewolf729
S`vetlana looked at me, tears in her eyes. She attempted to speak, but Manitoba motioned for her to stay quiet. He walked about a metre forward, just before the chain pulled him back. He knew my question and he adjusted the fedora on his head, not losing his serious expression.
“The Malevolent one…” He forced his gaze to Vito, who was shocked into silence. A rare moment of quiet for his normally exuberant, egotistical personality. Vito stared at the treasure hunter with uncertainty.
He paused, pushing his gelled hair back out of his eyes. His sudden fear turned to anger and he screamed at me, eyes flaming
Mike's Backstory: Part 3The bell chimed softly around the halls and teens were released. All except me. Burrito called me to the front and I cringed, slowly dragging my feet as I walked.Mike's Backstory: Part 3 by AlbinoWerewolf729
“Do you know why I called you up here?” He asked.
“…No.” Whatever I had done, I don’t think I did it on purpose. I’m nice guy… not counting those nicknames that I had made.
“Mike, I now know why you’ve been acting strange and I am now aware of your DID as you know, but the… thing… that just ransacked my class and put one of my students in hospital…”
“Hospital?!” I gagged.
Mr Barito raised an eyebrow and continued, “…is not one of the little ‘characters’ you take on.”
“…not?” I cocked my head to the side in confusion. I have only ever had four personalities and myself. I couldn’t possibly have a fifth. I looked around at the classroom. It was a mess. I stared around
Mike's Backstory: Part 2A month has passed since I was diagnosed with MPD, since then, I have discovered two other personalities. There’s Vito, He appears whenever I take off my shirt and is the hardest to keep in check. So mum brought me a swim shirt to wear during lessons. He is tough, scrappy and flirtatious with the girls. Like my other new one, Manitoba Smith, although he can also be quite sexist at times and has a thirst for adventure. He also possesses a distinctive Australian accent, and is triggered whenever I put on a fedora. I found that out when mum brought me one for my birthday.Mike's Backstory: Part 2 by AlbinoWerewolf729
S`vetlana is actually quite useful and I use her to my advantage. I’ve won, well, she’s won, quite a lot of gymnastic awards and is the reason I’m as fit as I am now. I even have abs, not that I really care.
Chester is just…. A pain.
I am in my second year of high-school and even though I haven’t told anyone about my disorder, I have basically next to no--- well…. I don’t