Only by killing them can the subordinate personality become the subject personality. - Wedges

When I woke up, I found myself lying in a small bedroom, and when I looked closely, I found myself lying on a hospital bed, surrounded by a toy panda and a bouquet of flowers, curtains blocking most of the sunlight, and a brand new table and chair in the room, and a polished mirror.

I sat on the hospital bed with my hands on my chest and my feet in a V-shaped position, looking at everything around me in fear.

It took me a long time to realize that I was the only one who was locked up in a mental hospital, and everyone else no longer existed.

I looked at the sketches I had drawn, one by one in my mind, one as a lawyer, one as a doctor, one as a teacher, one as a driver, and one as a counselor. They all appeared in my heart and manifested in my colorful paintings.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding." A string of phone calls rang out of nowhere, waking me up like I was from a dream.

I hesitated for a long time, and finally picked up the phone: "Hey! ”

"Are you still there?" It was at this moment that multiple personalities suddenly appeared in me, and I couldn't control them, so I immediately ran to the bathroom and washed my face fiercely, "Hmph! "I was in a cold sweat and hoped it all would go away.

At this moment, the dean suddenly came over, pulled out a pistol, and handed the firearm directly to me, and I immediately understood what he meant.

"Why kill them?" I'm delirious.

"To save you." The dean patiently explained, "If you don't kill them, they'll kill you." ”

"Only by killing you can the subordinate personality become the subject personality, and they will have the possibility of gaining true freedom."

I stared at myself in front of the mirror, "But they're me!" I am them! A voice cried out in my heart.

"If you want to get out of here, you have to do it." The doctor said in a categorical tone, seeing that his unwavering will had been moved by me, but I still could not do so.

I took the small amount of money, looked at the outline of the gun, and thought again about whether I should remove them from my subordinate personality and let my main personality take possession.

It was an incredibly difficult decision.

I can't get enough of the loss that this song has decided to take on me, one of which is that if my subordinate personality disappears, they will not be able to accompany me, and I often need the encouragement of these subordinate personalities to grow. Second, if I don't let them disappear, then they will continue to invade my heart, invade my thoughts, and they will continue to occupy my mastery position, so that I will never be at peace.

I burst into tears of despair.

......

As I was wandering, I suddenly thought that since the doctor had helped me so much, the most he wanted in return was that I could recover from my condition and return to my normal work life, and eventually, I mustered up the courage.

I decided, I'm going to be ready to kill them. So I walked up to them with my gun.

Only by killing them will I be truly liberated.

Only by killing them will I not be imprisoned.

Only by killing them will I not be shackled by life.

I have made up my mind, I open the door of mystery, and I am about to start again.