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Every One of Me

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Jessica Wilde

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Five years ago, Tessa Marshall turned her back on everything she once knew. She left behind her friends and family hoping they would be better off without her in the way. Now, after being diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder (Multiple personality disorder) and determined to set her life straight, she is going back. She doesn’t expect her best friend growing up, and the only man she has ever loved, to be waiting for her.

Charlie Mackenzie never knew the real reasons why Tessa left, but because of the promises he swore to keep, he feels responsible. He has spent the last 5 years fighting underground MMA, staying distracted, and trying not to chase after her and drag her back to him. Now that she is finally back, he won’t allow her to push him away without knowing how he has felt about her all along. The only problem? He’s not just dealing with Tessa anymore.

Tessa won’t let herself be a burden to anyone and being with Charlie will only complicate his life, and hers, but she can’t seem to shake him, and Benny, her friend from ‘The Facility’, isn’t helping matters. Learning to live with not only the people around her, but the people in her head, isn’t as simple as she thought it would be and Charlie is forcing her to abandon all of the control she thought she had.

The two of them must decide if their love is worth fighting for and Tess has to learn to just let go, because Charlie won’t let her go.

He won’t let any one of her go.

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Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID):

Also known as multiple personality disorder (MPD), is an extremely rare mental disorder characterized by at least two distinct and relatively enduring identities or dissociated personality states (also known as ‘alters’) that alternately control a person’s behavior, and is accompanied by memory impairment for important information not explained by ordinary forgetfulness.


The ability to communicate with other personalities (alters) in ‘real time’, to hear what they think/feel about things, and sometimes to see what they are doing when they have executive control.


This had to be a dream. It didn’t feel real and there was no way I could possibly be in a situation like this. This just… wasn’t real.

“Hold her down! Careful with her head! Where’s that Diazepam?”

I felt firm hands on my arms, legs, shoulders, and stomach and when I opened my eyes, there were several people around me that I didn’t know and each one of them looked nervous. When I realized they were trying to hold me down, I relaxed my muscles and heard them all take a breath.

“W-What’s going on?” my voice was hoarse and the words were painful coming out. I looked around the room for some kind of explanation and all I saw were a few plaques on the wall behind me and a chair that had been tipped over before someone grabbed my head.

“Ms. Marshall?”

A man was standing above me with a syringe held tightly in his hand. I nodded and my eyes darted between the needle and his face. I needed to wake up. This couldn’t be good. I felt so… detached. Like I was watching all of this happen from far away, but I wasn’t.

“My God, I’ve never seen a switch that… that fast.”

“What switch?” I tried to tug my limbs away from the stressed out nurses on top of me, but none of them budged. “What the hell is going on? Why am I being held down?” I felt my heart pound against my chest like a hammer when I realized I couldn’t remember. My stomach twisted violently and I snapped my mouth shut and closed my eyes, willing myself not to vomit.

“Ms. Marshall, we were talking and you shut down. When I asked you what was wrong, you became belligerent and tried to attack me.”

The doctor didn’t seem too freaked out by what he was telling me. In fact, he seemed to be a little more excited than I thought was appropriate, but his voice was calm and matter of fact. His expression told me everything.

“Did I… was anybody… please tell me I didn’t hurt anyone.” I started to panic and my gasps for air were hindered by the guy with his arm across my ribs.

“You can release her, now.”

They all pulled away and it felt like a house was just lifted off of me. I sat up, but didn’t make an effort to stand or move away. I was too freaked out and my body felt drained.

“I’m assuming you have no recollection of anything that has happened over the last 10 minutes. Do you remember coming into my office for your session?” He was crouched down beside me and had capped the syringe. I knew it wouldn’t stayed capped for very long. There was no other option if I was unpredictable.

“I remember talking to you, yes. I feel like it happened, but I’m not… I don’t think I…” I couldn’t even finish my thoughts. I felt fragmented, torn apart. I hated that feeling.

“Would you prefer to sleep this off and regroup later?”

I knew what he meant. I hadn’t been working with him for very long, but from the very beginning, I knew I had to trust him. I didn’t take too long to think it through. “I think it would be best to sleep this off, Dr. Deacon. Oblivion sounds nice right about now.” I wiped under my eyes, but the tears I thought were there must have held back. How long had it been since I cried last? Oh yeah, that’s right. When I left.

He smiled at me and nodded in agreement. I felt the prick of the needle, then… sweet nothing.

Chapter 1


“So, what now?” Benny asked as she tapped her pen on the back of her chair.

“No idea,” I replied. I stuffed the last of my clothes into my crappy suitcase and shrugged. “I guess I’ll just take it a day at a time. Keep busy with Mom. Maybe… get a job.”

She scoffed and quirked an eyebrow. “Really? A job? You better just stay here then because I don’t think the world is ready for you, T.”

I tried to smother the laugh that ascended up my throat, but it was no use. Benny knew how to make me laugh in the most brutal way. She may be right, but I was too determined to try and integrate my life among the living. I looked over and saw her tapping the side of her nose, something she did when she was planning on bringing up an uncomfortable topic.

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