When Minor Trauma’s Impact Lasts 26 Years || Part 3 || Dissociative Identity Disorder
Hi. It’s Hannah. A man, by the way. A man with a beard.
The castle stood tall by the shores of a lake, devoid of students and teachers.
Apart from Mr. Ray, who stayed on to teach an art class. Before he was headmaster, he was an art teacher. Upon reuniting with him, I was struck with just how much he looked like Voldemort, only with a large nose.
I’d heard ourold school had become an entertainment center where people would go to learn the arts, display their work, and entertin the nearby towns and cities. They had a theatre, an art gallery, a choir and several bands. I wanted in on all of them.
This isn’t a story about my time heading a theatre company for 6 years or my time doing music production for local bands, though; this is a story about the time I reunited with an old friend.
Tom was there.
Tom had returned to the entertainment center to work. He was one of the staff running the establishment, not involved in any of the activities or actually entertaining people, but he was there.
Apparently I’d followed him there.
“Tom, I’m not even the one who was friends with you. You do realize the person you were friends with was called Harry.”
“I don’t care. You’re ALL following me. Go AWAY. Fucking freaks.”
Tom hadn’t been a big lover of how we lived, at the time in school, as three people. However, he’d tolerated it so long as he only had to deal with Harry. Not only was he unhappy about Harry’s absence in favour of my presence, but apparently we followed him to this establishment we didn’t even know he worked at.
So, that was fun.
We rarely had to see Tom there, but he was there as long as we were.
He was there while the place was an entertainment center, he was there when the place was failing, he stayed on when the place was taken over by a paranormal cult (that’s a whole other story) and he was in love with the whole “ghost thing they’re doing”.
When we chose to stay on with the new owners (we didn’t know it was a cult) Tom took this as a personal offence; he’d been a cunt throughout our entire time there, at one point angrily tweeting, “I AM NEVER TELLING YOU ANYTHING I LIKE EVER AGAIN!!! >:(”
Some little bitch called Lee, who we had a rivalry with, replied to that tweet comfortingly and I reported his account just to feel satisfied. Fucking Lee. I still hate that prick.
Despite Tom’s apparent insanity for our years at the entertainment center and later cult, we had quite a good time.
Although he was so much worse after we both became “paranormal teachers” because he constantly accused me of stealing his lesson plans. I didn’t know what the fuck he was teaching, I’d never even seen his classroom, and his room was on the other side of the castle.
Tom’s ridiculous antics carried on no matter who was in the body at the time. Dean, Dean’s Husband, SD and Ariana were the ones mainly out during the cult times. I had other stuff to do, elsewhere, internally.
Tom tortured all of us equally, hounding into us that we had no original thoughts and were not allowed to do, like, or observe anything Tom did, liked or observed. He didn’t even do it actively, it was just there, constantly, in the background. Like a subliminal message. He was always feeding us this feeling. Eventually, we started to believe it.
The cult came crashing down and we fled to LA, where we were relatively okay for a while ut as shit got bad, our lives got bad.
I was mostly okay, I’d escaped Tom’s antics by not fronting much, but Dean was in fucking agony and so was “John” who was very close to Dean at the time. That agony from the antics eventually got to me — but it wasn’t until more recently, until 2017.
Part 4.