Tired without sleep, the sounds linger as I lay my head on my knees covering them with my feet.

Voices scream but I stay sound, hearing the whispers all around.

I get up but fall to the ground.

The noise was very loud but I remained still, and bound.

The voices get stronger and I can't take it any longer.

I run outside but end up trapped, yet again.

No hope of escaping, I'm still stuck within this den.

"Who are you? What do you want?" I cry out.

The voice approaches me and I freeze.

It gets closer and I feel a breeze.

"I want you to wake up." I open my eyes and finally realize that the voices weren't in my head, they were real.

"Am I dead?" I ask, tempted to weep. "No," They repeat.

Then If I am awake and the voices are real... Why am I so far from my body, and why can't I feel? 

"You aren't dead, but you aren't alive.You're just a soul that was left behind in this world, cold and unread." My tears fall and the voice pulls me closer. "Where am I? Am I in Heaven? Hell? Earth?" I ask. "You aren't in any of those places."

I stare as still as a stone. "Then where am I?" I ask again. "Home," I close my eyes once more, and realize I was all alone. 

It was a dream, all but an illusion. An illusion mixed with confusion. Just like me.

~ Annie

(Author's Note: These words came from a young girl who never knew she had D.I.D, knowing it now, this makes much more sense to me. What a long journey 👀)