A/N: This is about Mike looking in the mirror and seeing some of his alters' reflections. Yes, that really happens to people with Dissociative Identity Disorder (AKA Multiple Personality Disorder). If I got something about the disorder wrong, hoặc if I offend someone with DID/MPD, then I sincerely apologize. This fanfic is meant only for entertainment. :)
THIS WAS WRITTEN BEFORE MAL WAS INTRODUCED.
Disclaimer: I don't own Total Drama, Mike, Vito, Svetlana, Chester, hoặc Manitoba.
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I hate looking in the mirror. I usually cover up all the mirrors in the bathroom, so that I don't have to see our reflections. Like a funhouse mirror.
People don't get it when I say stuff like that-- "our reflections". They look at me, and Mike is all they see. I wish I could be so lucky. It's kind of like every single mirror in the world is broken, and it won't hiển thị me "Mike's reflection".
But today, I forgot to cover the mirror. And when I looked up into it while washing my hands, I saw them. I saw my alters' faces in the mirror. It's actually pretty common for someone with Multiple Personality Disorder, but it still freaks me out when I see it.
First I saw a really good-looking face. He would be even better looking if he was less tanned... Parts of his black hair were spikey, and other parts were slicked back. He wore a look of indifference and confidence on his face, two things I've always lacked. Vito.
The face shifted and faded away, becoming a smirking blond with smile lines around his eyes. His blue eyes shined brightly, just asking for adventure and excitement. The word Manitoba came to mind, though I had no clue why. I didn't recognize that face... Could he be another alter I never knew?
He faded away too, replaced with another blue-eyed blond, a girl that I knew as Svetlana. She was probably my most awkward alter... It's kind of hard to explain to your teacher why bạn handed in your biology homework in Russian, especially when bạn can't translate it to English for him. It's especially hard when Svetlana keeps signing up for the gymnastics team at school-- it's really difficult to keep her under wraps then.
When her face faded, my face seemed to age up 50 years, becoming an old man... An old man with only one eye. He still won't say how he Mất tích that thing. I've been told that I close one of my eyes when I "act like Chester", as certain people put it. Probably because he's used to seeing with only one.
I shook my head, trying to get rid of the disturbing images, but they kept appearing. Alters that never dared to hiển thị up for the Total Drama cameras started to appear. I saw a child, a boy with brown hair and sad, green eyes. I saw an eight năm old red-head. Then finally, I saw Mike. The "real-self". And I moved away from the mirror, shuddering all over.
Too many faces. Too many identities. Too many pieces of myself, all hiển thị in a "broken" mirror. I hate the mirrors, I hate them for hiển thị me who we are... Because when I see all the personalities, all the alters, I realize who "Mike" really is. My body may be of an average sixteen năm old boy, but my body is a liar. I'm not an average guy, and I don't feel like a teenager. I'm not anywhere near adulthood. I'm just a little kid who's been shattered to pieces.
Shattered like a broken mirror.
THIS WAS WRITTEN BEFORE MAL WAS INTRODUCED.
Disclaimer: I don't own Total Drama, Mike, Vito, Svetlana, Chester, hoặc Manitoba.
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I hate looking in the mirror. I usually cover up all the mirrors in the bathroom, so that I don't have to see our reflections. Like a funhouse mirror.
People don't get it when I say stuff like that-- "our reflections". They look at me, and Mike is all they see. I wish I could be so lucky. It's kind of like every single mirror in the world is broken, and it won't hiển thị me "Mike's reflection".
But today, I forgot to cover the mirror. And when I looked up into it while washing my hands, I saw them. I saw my alters' faces in the mirror. It's actually pretty common for someone with Multiple Personality Disorder, but it still freaks me out when I see it.
First I saw a really good-looking face. He would be even better looking if he was less tanned... Parts of his black hair were spikey, and other parts were slicked back. He wore a look of indifference and confidence on his face, two things I've always lacked. Vito.
The face shifted and faded away, becoming a smirking blond with smile lines around his eyes. His blue eyes shined brightly, just asking for adventure and excitement. The word Manitoba came to mind, though I had no clue why. I didn't recognize that face... Could he be another alter I never knew?
He faded away too, replaced with another blue-eyed blond, a girl that I knew as Svetlana. She was probably my most awkward alter... It's kind of hard to explain to your teacher why bạn handed in your biology homework in Russian, especially when bạn can't translate it to English for him. It's especially hard when Svetlana keeps signing up for the gymnastics team at school-- it's really difficult to keep her under wraps then.
When her face faded, my face seemed to age up 50 years, becoming an old man... An old man with only one eye. He still won't say how he Mất tích that thing. I've been told that I close one of my eyes when I "act like Chester", as certain people put it. Probably because he's used to seeing with only one.
I shook my head, trying to get rid of the disturbing images, but they kept appearing. Alters that never dared to hiển thị up for the Total Drama cameras started to appear. I saw a child, a boy with brown hair and sad, green eyes. I saw an eight năm old red-head. Then finally, I saw Mike. The "real-self". And I moved away from the mirror, shuddering all over.
Too many faces. Too many identities. Too many pieces of myself, all hiển thị in a "broken" mirror. I hate the mirrors, I hate them for hiển thị me who we are... Because when I see all the personalities, all the alters, I realize who "Mike" really is. My body may be of an average sixteen năm old boy, but my body is a liar. I'm not an average guy, and I don't feel like a teenager. I'm not anywhere near adulthood. I'm just a little kid who's been shattered to pieces.
Shattered like a broken mirror.
