16th of Skivantul 2,198

Hi... I figured this is the exact thing that I’m seeing my therapist for in the first place, so I guess it’s probably a pretty solid idea to document them “live” when they actually happen. I’m sorry if this entry is a dark spot in the usually quite calm journal that I’ve been recording, it’s just that this whole thing has got me pretty rattled and considering the importance of what happened, I should probably be documenting this, regardless of how little I really want to. That can definitely be shown quite obviously right here because instead of just explaining what happened, I’m trying to write as much as I can that isn’t talking about what happened.

Actually, now that I’m thinking about it, I do have something that I can do to avoid talking about it that is a bit important to know about me before I explaining what happened. As I told you, I’m writing this journal and I don’t like going out with my coworkers because of this little issue that I have. That problem being that I suffer from somewhat of a split personality. I can keep the other part of me at bay now that I’m older, so it’s more so just a voice inside my head that will tell me that I should do some not so great things. When I was a child, this personality would always get me in to trouble by pretending like it had some better intentions in mind than to just mess with me and get me in trouble with my parents. Surprisingly enough, when I told my parents that there was a voice in my head telling me what to do and sometimes even forcefully making me do things, they thought I was lying.

Unfortunately, as I grew older, the problem seemed to only get worse and as my parents finally realized that I wasn’t lying to them, they kicked me out of our home and sent me to live on my own. Originally, I went in to the field of medical science to help find a cure for whatever it was that was ailing me, but then I came to realize I could help so many people and that was why I stayed in it. I eventually realized that I couldn’t help myself on my own, so I sought out professional help and that help came in the form of a therapist. She actually gave me some other advice about dealing with the problem and that was to give the personality a name. At first, I thought it was stupid, but the more I think about it, the more it makes sense. When she told me, I actually ended up telling the team and they came up with some names. The one I like best definitely had to be the name Astralik.

Speaking of the team, that’s actually why I’m so rattled right now. They are pretty much the only people in this world that I really care about and I just woke up in a cold sweat because I had a dream where Astralik managed to convince me to murder them all while we were working and... I did. I killed them all. I did it like I didn’t even care about them.

I’m sorry, but I need to end this entry here. I have to go to work in only a few hours and I would like to try and get a bit more sleep not plagued by nightmares before I go.