《ALTERS. *COMPLETED*》1.
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Excuse any errors.
Anaya's notes in the mm. 💕
This is something I'm not used to writing about, I did some research prior to writing this chapter because I wanted it to be a little accurate.
I hope you all enjoy.
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Omniscient
She was as focused as her mind would allow her to be. Studying was boring to her and she was honestly wanting to just drop out and become a stripper, but she didn't have much confidence for that.
Anya tapped her pen against her chin as she scrolled through her laptop notes until she saw what she needed to study.
She is majoring in Cognitive Psychology which is basically the study of how the mind actually works, she also wants to help people who are suffering from mental disorders as well so this was right up her alley.
Sitting with her laptop opened she highlighted a few notes in her notebook, it was quiet and she was the only one in the study hall aside from another girl who was listening to music. It was silent until she heard the door open, there was a tall guy with a lighter skin complexion than hers walking in, his eyes scanned the empty room until they landed on her.
They locked eyes for a second before he made his way to a desk near her but he was still a feet away, she glanced over at him and he smirked before focusing on his studies.
It was quiet for a minute and all you could hear was the tapping of the keyboard and pages flipping.
"Excuse me?" He said as she looked over at him.
"I'm sorry I ain't mean to bother you but do you have a pen I could borrow? Mines is out of ink." He chuckled nervously holding up his black pen as she nodded.
"I do actually." She said going into her backpack after a few seconds of searching she handed him a pen as his hand shook a little, maybe he was just nervous or he was new around here.
"Thanks.." He smiled a little. "So what's your name?" He asked waiting for his laptop to start up.
"Anya." She smiled as he nodded. "Nice name." He muttered as he turned to face his computer.
"Thank you."
Something about him was different but she couldn't put her finger on it. She turned to face him but he stared off into space a few seconds before blinking, it was like he didn't realize where he was.
He squinted his eyes and scanned the room before they landed on her, he furrowed his eyebrows and looked her up and down.
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"Are you al-"
"Is there a reason why you're staring at me?"
She was a little taken back but his sudden attitude. He had switched to one personality named Jaxon.
"Um.. no?... I...I mean I was going to ask you if you were alright. You seemed out of it when I gave you my pen."
He looked a little confused so she pointed at the pen sitting on his desk, he stared at it for a few seconds before tossing it at her. "I don't need it anymore. Thanks anyway." He said gathering his things to leave.
"Ok.." She mumbled. "Well nice meeting you."
He stopped in his tracks and turned to face her. "I guess.."He mumbled but it was loud enough to hear.
He pulled the strap of his backpack over his shoulder and smirked.. Of course she didn't realize he switched and he had forgotten her name.
"I don't recall getting your name." He said tilting his head to the side.
"It's Anya. You forgot that fast?" She giggled.
"That different I guess... and yeah bad memory, Call me Jaxon." He said shrugging his shoulders before slouching in the seat.
The other girl walked up the steps passing them and Anya assumed that she smelt funny because he made a face before lifting his hand to his nose. "She smells funny."
She covered her mouth to keep from chuckling as the girl closed the door behind her. "She probably doesn't know or she's wearing too much perfume."
"Nah homegirl needs a bath." He mumbled shrugging his shoulder.
Anya shook her head and gathered her things trying not to chuckled at his sudden rudeness. "Well hopefully I'll see you around Jaxon."
"Maybe.. Maybe not." He said leaving her where she was.
Looking at the time she realized that was going to be late for her next class, she hurried out of the study hall and onto her English class.
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A few hours later.
Jaxon sat in the back in his math class, he wanted to be at his apartment catching up on some much needed sleep. He had remembered meeting a girl named Anya earlier today but before he could even introduce himself his personalities wanted to come forward and change things up.
He had an attitude for most of the day.
Jaxon tapped his foot against the floor as he finished up the assignment of the day, he was pretty good at math but sports is what he enjoyed the most.
Sighing he felt himself beginning to space out, that's how he knew he was switching, he jerked his head a little trying to avoid switching all together.
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He closed his eyes and sighed quietly.
"Come on Jaxon. It's my turn." Another voice by the name of Zane said sounding eager to come forward. He was one who invaded their thoughts most of the time
"No." He mumbled keeping his eyes closed.
"Then let me come forward." Another voice spoke, this one was a lot calmer than the first.
"No. No one wants you around right now." Jaxson mumbled, he then scoffed and adjusted himself in the seat before sloughing again. "All of you please shut up." He mumbled aloud luckily no one was paying attention.
"Whatever, I'll show up soon enough."
Feeling himself drifting off he stared at the notes on his paper as the class room was getting ready to clear out, He closed his eyes and sighed. Once he opened them he was staring to worry since he had forgotten where he was for a second as Sai fronted, he could tell by the automatic mood change he had, licking his lips he sat up in the chair and pulled his hood off of his head letting his black curly hair be shown, once he calmed down he quickly jotted down the rest of the math notes, when his class was over he made his way to the café to grab something to eat.
Sai was his quiet and shy personality, Zane was outspoken and adventurous, and Jaxon was straightforward and rude sometimes. Each personality had its own way of helping and sometimes hurting Milo.
After ordering his food he sat at a distant table by a window as it began to rain, he started to eat as someone approached his table and sat in front of him. He couldn't really recognize who it was.
"Hey! Remember me from earlier?"
He furrowed his eyebrows and twisted his lips to the side.
"It's Anya..." Jaxon's voice appeared.
"Yeah I remember. Anya right?"
"Yep." She nodded and smiled. "So what are you up to?" She said placing her small box of pizza in front of her.
"Just eating. Names Sai by the way. I'm probably gonna head home after this though. I need sleep and...." He trailed off.
"And what? Cool name." She smiled.
"Oh nothing... Just sleep. I'm tired and thanks." He shrugged and she nodded.
"Totally understandable.. You stay in the dorms?"
"No, I have my own place."
"That's pretty cool . I'm stuck here at on this boring ass campus in these boring ass dorms." She chuckled eating a slice of pizza. "Would you like a slice? It's pepperoni."
He chuckled as shook his head, he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth. "Thanks but no thanks." He wanted to just come out and tell her what was about to happen but he didn't want to freak her out any further.
"Anya?" He said as she looked up from her phone.
"Yeah?"
"What's your major?"
What the fuck are you about to do?
Don't tell her yet. Are you nuts?! I wanted to tell her later. You're moving too fast Sai.
"It's Cognitive Psychology." She said as he nodded his head. "You?"
"I'm undecided.. at least right now anyway." He sighed before rubbing his forehead.
"You ok?" She asked concerned as he laid his head on the table and sighed. "I'm switching..."
Anya watched carefully as she made a mental note to do some research later, her professor had mentioned that they'd be studying mental disorders next week and what Sai was doing seemed familiar.
"Hey. I'm Zane." He waved. "I.. I think.. Um... Shit.. I'm sorry." He said putting his head down again before sitting up and looking at her.
"This is so embarrassing.. I'm sorry they all just wanna show up at one time."
"Milo?"
"Yeah it's Milo. My bad maybe I should explain.. I have something called Dissociative Identity Disorder.. or a train wreck is what I like to reference this as." He chuckled nervously seeing the intrigued look on Anya's face.
"I freaked you out huh?" He sighed feeling defeated.
"Not at all. I'm a little confused but very curious." She smiled as he chuckled.
"Well I'm glad I didn't scare you too much. I was trying to do this earlier but you know.." He said pointing to his temple "The guys.." He said causing her to chuckle.
"Can I maybe get your number? We can hangout sometime.. If that's cool with you" He said taking his phone from his pocket, they then exchanged numbers and got up to leave the café.
"You're really pretty by the way." He said as she blushed.
"Thanks Milo." She smiled pulling hood over her head. "I'll see you around."
Milo nodded and went to the parking garage, he then got into his car and drove to his apartment, once he was there he got into the shower and took his two small pills since Jaxon had skipped them earlier in the morning.
Laying across his bed he pulled the covers over him and fell asleep soon after.
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These updates are gonna be slow...
How do you guys feel about this chapter? It's only chapter one but I feel like there was a lot going on? Idk.
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