3 Faces Of Jiyong

Meeting Jiyong

"Please sit." he says.

I sit down and take out my notebook.

I wrote down 'Jiyong'

"Well Mr. Jiyong. I assume you are a famous author am I right?" I ask.

"That is correct." he says.

"Have you ever remembered writing some parts of the stories when you read over them again?" I asked.

"Well...No there are some parts I might not remember but that's because of lack of sleep. I tend to forget things all the time. I need to sleep more." he smiles.

"Mr. Jiyong, I don't think that is it. Lack of sleep causes lack of concentration not amnesia." I explained.

"What are you trying to say?" he asks.

"Do you ever find anything weird here happening to you?" I asked.

Jiyong stays quiet as if he were hiding something.

"I am a therapist. You can tell me." I said.

"Who sent you?" he asks.

"A boy named Charlie." I said.

"I don't know a Charlie." his face seemed confused.

"But Charlie knows you." I said. "Now tell me Mr. Jiyong, are there any unusual substances happening here at your home?"

Jiyong shakes his head.

"Jiyong. Do you want to know who Charlie is?" I asked.

Jiyong looks at me ready for an answer.

"Charlie is you. Jiyong. I believe you have a case of multiple personalities. Charlie is one of your alters. The reason behind your lack of remembering is not becaus of sleep but it is because of Charlie and Roberto coming out helping you write the stories." I explained.

"Who is Roberto? Multiple Personalities? You are crazy! I do not have that! Please just please leave!" he yells.

"Please I can help." I pleaded

.

"Go. Whoever sent you as a joke, I will report them!" he yells.

He pushes me out the door and slams it in front of my face.

"Well he was a nice guy." I sarcastically said.

I take out my card and wrote down my personal and office address.

"If you ever get to your senses, please come by me anytime. I am real and would like to help." I said through the door.

I slip my car under the door into his apartment.

I take out my notebook and wrote.

'Extreme deception'
'try not to startle him'

I sighed and head out of the apartments.

As I get to my office, one of my patients was waiting for me.

"Shall we begin?" I asked my patient.

-5 hours later-

It was 7 o'clock in the evening.

I was getting ready to go home.

There was a knock at my door.

I walk towards the door and open it.

Surprisingly it was who I didn't expect.

"Mr. Jiyong?" I asked.

"Explain this!" he pants.

He hands me sticky notes with two different writings.

They read:

'Jiyong I am Charlie.'

'the reason you are so tough is because of me Roberto!'

'go to Dr. Lee. I contacted her so you can meet us.'

I look up at Jiyong.

"That is not how I write. And look at this!" He comes inside the office and throws two different clothing.

"I don't remember buying this!" he yells.

I look at the clothing.

One of the clothes was a dark shirt and jeans mostly built for the style of a teenager.

"Charlie." I said.

The other clothes were shiny and filled for a man with style. The jacket was filled with sequins while the slacks were pure silky black.

"I assume this is Roberto." I said.

"Am I crazy?" Jiyong shows

fear.

"No Mr. Jiyong. Like I said. You have multiple personality disorder." I explain. "What you see here are the styles of your alters. You probably do not remember aquiring these clothes because they took over your body and bought them."

Jiyong looks at the clothes and feels them.

"Help me..." he tells me.