Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26319234-20160420192010

Hello, my name is Red. I'm 21, and suffer from Dissociative Identity Disorder, or DID, formerly known as Multiple Personality Disorder, or MPD. This is due to an extremely traumatic event that shattered my mind. This is a true story, and it's very personal, so please, if you're going to post any hate comments, consider my feelings before you do, and this is my first ever pasta attempt, so forgive me if the story has a few cliches or seems broken at points. That's all I ask. Let's get on with the story...

This all started about 4 years ago, while I was on vacation in Europe, to some of the old castles along the banks of the Rhine River, along the Franco-German border. I met her while giving myself a tour of one of the castles. She was hiding behind an old, broken throne, her clothes tattered and eyes wide with fear. I told her I wasn't going to hurt her, introduced myself, and asked for her name. She told me, but she asked me to not reveal it to anyone, as someone might be looking for her. I didn't ask why someone would be looking for her, and we started talking. She had a troubled past and had been raised under horrible circumstances like me. I told her, "Don't worry about whoever's looking for you. We should be safe at my house back in the States."

I was wrong.

Fast forward about a year. We were engaged and planning our wedding. It was to be at the castle where we first met, with all our friends attending.

We were out in my backyard, practicing our swordplay. We used real swords, but we'd always stop before any blood was drawn, so we ran no risk of hurting each other. With the clashing of steel against steel, we never heard the man and his goons climb over our fence.

The first man's face was hidden behind a demon's face mask, had long blonde hair, and wielded what looked to be a zweihander, a two handed sword, but he must have been extremely strong since he was able to wield it in one hand. One of the goons was tall, almost impossibly so, and wielded what looked like a giant headsman's axe, every bit as intimidating as the man himself. His eyes were light gray, almost white, and he had no hair. The other goon wore a black hooded robe, so I never saw his face. He didn't seem to have a weapon, so I couldn't tell if he was some sort of stealth warrior or simply a lookout for the first man.

When we saw them, my fiancee said, "Oh no, he's found me! Red, run!"

"No!" I yelled. "I'm not leaving you to face these guys alone!"

The first man laughed evilly and motioned to me. "Grab the boy and hold him back!" he shouted to the giant man, who moved surprisingly fast to grab me by my shirt and shove me against a tree, his massive hand against my chest. The robed man had stayed silent up until this point.

"Sir, what do you want me to do?" he asked in a deep, smooth voice.

"Just watch for any policemen or authority figures," said the masked man in a gravelly voice. The robed man nodded and turned to watch the street behind our house.

The masked man then proceeded to stab my fiancee through the heart, and I noticed his sword was pulsating with energy, almost as if it were alive and eager to feel someone's blood on it. The man laughed maniacally as I screamed in terror. My mind shattered at that horrific moment, having just been forced to watch someone murder my fiancee. The man pulled out his sword and nodded to his goons. The giant man released me, and ran away as I immediately ran over to her already lifeless body, cradling it in my arms, sobbing, not caring about the blood that was now on my favorite shirt and jeans.

That's my story. It's been 2 years since that day, and even though I swore on her grave that I'd get my revenge, I haven't been able to bring myself to do anything about it. I will someday, though. Until then, I'll keep planning and practicing. I never saw where the men went, but I do know that if I ever see them again, they will pay for their actions with their lives. They may have had the element of surprise against me and her that day, but I'll find them somehow. I don't know how yet, but I'll find a way. I always find a way. 