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Jo found herself back in her house, in her bedroom. How did she get here? The last thing she remembered was sitting with the doctor. She wasn’t sure how she got to the doctors, but she equally did not know how she got back here. She tried to think back and saw a snippet of her sitting with the doctor, then another snapshot of her driving home, but that was it.

The doctor’s words came back to her. He was convinced she had these alters within that would take charge, but that was crazy. There was no way that was true. She tried to tell him that, tried to tell him that he was wrong about her and that she was a liar and made stuff up, just like her mum always said. But each and every time she tried she failed. Next time, she decided. Next time I will make him understand I made all this up and how sorry I am for wasting his time.

She felt the wound on her arm, which was still covered in a bandage. It continued to throb but the pain was less than the last time she was aware of it. She still couldn’t recall what actually happened, and she wished she could just accept that, but it was so hard.

‘It’s ok, hang in there. Don’t give up.’ A kindly voice spoke in her head.

‘Oh fuck off. She just needs a good kick up the ass, the stupid bitch.’ A harsher voice cut through.

The voices again – the voices that threatened to drive her crazy. Why couldn’t she stop the voices? Without realising it, she started hitting her head with her fists, in a vain attempt to stop the conversations that kept echoing through her mind.

Don’t tell, don’t tell.