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I’d found a balled-up rag that night--the Dani Daily

I’d stared blankly at it then spun, staring back at the wall, able to recognize it fro Kilmainham Gaol loo to process that I was home After so many bloody years, I’d finally found the Silver that took er! Fuck you, you stupid fucking stupid fucks!" I’d leapt into the air, shaking both round, clutchingwith a small part ofand infor why it was still there five and a half years later, while also trying to decide with the largest part ofto do

I was screwed

I’d stretched out on the ground and cried Sobbed until I couldn’t breathe and h toEventually, I went cold as ice

So, this was hoas going to be?

We’d see about that

I wasn’t the teen I’d been five and a half years earlier I’d thoughtbut my years Silverside had made my childhood seem like…well, child’s play

I hadn’t held on to the really bad things that happened Silverside I’d chosen to reood parts and chunked the rest in the oubliette I’d already had too e at fourteen, before I even leapt into the Hall of All Days, to accuot to keep your brain tidy

Things had gone downhill swiftly once I’d becoht myself strict compartmentalization by the fourth e had beco parts to me and parts to the Other, the one that was far more ruthless and self-contained than me

I’ve always knoho the Other was: ry you can barely raise your head, and you aren’t sure anyone’s ever going to feed you again and you start to thinkit, you either let go and die or find a way to hang on that isn’t constant pain I’d figured out how to hang on

I’d played around in ht myself to partition it I don’t know if that’s exactly what happens on a subconscious level in cases of dissociative disorder, but once I began consciously doing it, it became difficult to stop

It was easier to be the Other Safer to be the Other

Especially at the end

The Other killed my mom

I killed