Test Muse | Isaac Moriah, 25, Dissociative identity disorder, fluctuating pronouns, The Binding of Isaac (Yes, like the game.)
"Oh, uh . . ." Isaac paused, unsure of how to answer as he swirled his drink. He wanted to lie and say it was all normal, that his childhood and home had been loving, but he felt fire in his throat before he even opened his mouth. It'd been dark, and he'd been so hungry and scared. Alone in that stupid little room for years, and what? Chasing out some demons? "my parents divorced, so you know." He replied, unsure of how they'd even gotten on this subject.
His mom had tried to kill him. He still felt the knife. His father had left, unable to cope with her increasing religious insanity. He didn't know. In a way, he thought that was just what it did to people.
Isaac finished his drink. How had he been expected to deal with it? Fucking survive and deal with the therapy afterwards?
"What about you?" He asked, turning to the other. "You have a nice home-life? Full of peace and love with your pet cat?" He asked, his voice turning to venom.
