Split personality - a relatively rare dissociative disorder in which the usual integrity of the personality breaks down and two or more independent personalities emerge.
Prologue
It was a silent night. The summer breeze lazily traveled across the well-manicured garden, up to a balcony, and through a slightly opened door. It rustled the thin white curtains and gently blew towards a young teenager who was sound asleep. Everything was in a peaceful, undisturbed state. However, the young teen began to stir. His forehead was creasing as if he was having a terrible nightmare. He began tossing and turning and perspiring. Soon, the whimpers were heard as his nightmare's intensity became unbearable.
With a cry, he woke up with a start to only find that he was in his bed in his bedroom at the Twilight Mansion and none of the Zweilts or Luka were hurt or bleeding to death. The relief was clear as he clutched his head and sighed.
It was all just a dream, the fifteen-year-old teen thought.
A sudden knock almost gave the youngster a heart attack. He looked up to see a young man clad in black poke his head in. The man walked in with a worried face as he saw the teen was awake during the late hour.
"Yuki? What's wrong?" He asked the young teen named Yuki.
Yuki only shook his head and gave a small smile, "Nothing Luka, I just had a bad dream."
The young man addressed as Luka stopped at the edge of Yuki's bed. He knelt to Yuki's eye-level.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Luka asked with anxiety.
Yuki shook his head slowly, "Don't worry, Luka. It was just the usual kind of nightmare I sometimes get. It's nothing serious."
Luka nodded wishing he could help, but didn't push the matter any further.
"Alright, then good night." He said as he got back on to his feet.
"G'night, Luka." Yuki whispered.
Yuki slowly laid back into his bed and closed his eyes unwillingly. The nightmare's horrid images were still etched into his mind. Yuki really hadn't lie to Luka about his dream still being the usual. However, he left out the part where, instead of the Zweilts and Luka being slaughtered by the Duras, Yuki was the one slaughtering them with no mercy whatsoever. The expression on Yuki's face in his dream was one of the most terrifying expression Yuki had ever seen. The fact that he had formed that expression was even more disturbing to Yuki than the actual expression itself. What did this dream mean? Did it mean something that Yuki couldn't comprehend? As far as Yuki knows, he had no ulterior motive on killing his friends or anybody. Yuki just couldn't understand. He wanted answers, but he knew no one could give him any. The dream was gnawing the insides of Yuki and he could feel an oncoming headache. A long night was awaiting for him.
A/N: Plz r&r! No silent readers cuz then I'd feel like I'm just writing to myself and made-believe, invisible readers! This is my first fanfic & I'm not all that familiar with this fanfiction site, so plz help me out!
Did you understand this prologue? A little, kind of, yeah, or not at all? What do you think of the beginning? Too long, too short, too boring? TELL ME PLEASE! *panick mode* Dx
