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By the time three months in juvie had gone by, I had trained myself not to feel surprised at anything Mal did. I had to survive him, and by doing that, it meant I had to respond correctly, and do as he said. I hated feeling that powerless, but I couldn't help it that he brought me physical pleasure. But this left nothing else for me, Bailey, to be. Mal just wanted me to be his little toy, and now I was. There was no free time I could spend doing things I wanted to do, and in every thought I had, he lurked in my mind.

"What is up with you?" Duncan asked me one day. "This time last month, we were both figuring out ways to pull stuff on everyone else. Now, whenever I say anything, you never answer. What's going on?"

I gave a sigh, and said "You want the truth? I'm doing two things. Trying to figure out Mal, and trying to think of ways to torture him without any repercussions."

"Forget it, Bailey." Duncan said. "Doing anything to Mal would be suicide. What, he hasn't gotten bored of playing his mind games with you yet?"

"Worse." I told him. "You didn't want to know, remember?"

"Right, and I still don't. But the way you're acting is starting to freak me out. So skip the details, but tell me what's really going on."

I quickly related what had been going on. "Remember how you said if you were as twisted as he was, you wouldn't kill a girl because there was more fun to be had with her? I think he's working up to that. And worse..." I had to blink rapidly to stop myself from showing too much emotion. "I kind of like the way he makes me feel."

This conversation didn't do anything good for our friendship. I'm pretty sure Duncan wished he'd never asked, because neither of us ever brought it up again.

It wasn't until the fifth day of my fourth month that one of Mal's other personalities showed up again. And this time, it was for longer. It was the same one that had spoken to me before. I could tell by the spiked up hair and the voice.

The personality approached me during recreational time, the time when Mal would usually claim me. "Bailey, right?" he said, in that same light voice, with a hint of nervousness. "I don't know how much time I have, so I have to say this now."

"Wait a second." I said firmly. "You're not Mal, are you? I know you have DID, and you're one of his other personalities. Before you tell me anything else, I want your real name."

"It's Mike. I'm the first personality, the original one." the personality said. "Point is, I'm trying to fight Mal. I'm getting stronger gradually, but right now, I can't take control, except occasionally, for less than ten minutes at a time. I'm the one that should be in control, since I was here first! The thing is, Bailey, I think you have something to do with it."

"Me?"

"I know what Mal is doing to you, and trust me, I hate it as much as you." Mike told me. "But that's what makes me stronger. The worse things Mal does, the more determined I am to get rid of him, and the stronger I feel. I feel awful asking you this, but-"

"I need to let Mal do what he likes with me, because it'll put you in control?" I guessed, scowling. "Look, kid, I'm sorry about your mental state, but I'm the major victim here! I'm not going to comply with everything just because it'll make things easier for you!"

"But you already are." Mike pointed out. "Please, Bailey, support me? I know Mal is going too far with everything he does to you, but just try to let him be as terrible as he wants. I feel as if the next time he breaks something, that'll be my time." And at that moment, he gasped, and his hair fell back down. I turned away.

"Not happy to see me, doll face?" Mal spoke. He took hold of my hand. "Guess we'll have to change that."

He was in a more vicious mood than usual today, much rougher than usual, and that was saying something. He said nothing about Mike, but I had the feeling he knew what was going on.

I confided in Scarlett about the conversation I'd had with Mike. "So that would make him the original personality." she mused. "I need to find a way to speak to him, too."

"Mike says that the crueler Mal is, the easier he finds it to become the one in control. So good luck with that."

Scarlett smiled darkly. "I have my ways of making things happen."

Coincidentally, the very next day, she told me "I didn't manage to hang on to him for very long, but Mike got through Mal when I demanded to speak to him."

"How did you do that?" I asked.

"They are complete opposites." Scarlett said simply. "I figured out what would make Mike desperate to get out, and he did. According to what he said, he can only see some of what's going on around him when Mal is in control – the one in control can choose what to show the other personalities. Mike knows who you are, because Mal let him see you a few times." She paused. "He said that Mal thinks of you as a doll."

I huffed. "He would." I muttered. "No wonder he thinks he can tell me what to do."

"Mike also wants to help you, but he feels that the only thing that will get him out for good is if the things Mal lets him see give him the willpower to break free. He doesn't want you to get hurt, but he also thinks it's the only way to get out."

I groaned. "Things are only going to get worse, you know. I can't comply with this stuff forever. Who knows what will happen to me? I've got just a week under three months left here. Mal could do just about anything to me in that time!"

Scarlett nodded. "Just before Mal came back, Mike told me what his guesses are about what Mal plans to do to you for the rest of your time here. He said Mal wouldn't tell him anything straight out, but hints are enough. From what you've told me, it sounds as if he just wants to go further, so that you will eventually have no control over what he does. That you'll want everything he inflicts on you." She looked at me sympathetically. "It's so unfair, really. I don't think Mal should be targeting someone like you. At least, if it was me, I'd be able to get things on level ground."

Yes, that was a Mal/Scarlett hint. I don't know if that'll be a thing in this fic, but here's hoping. Please leave a review!