Hmm, lets see...sense of time is a bit fuzzy, so forgive me if events aren't quite in order.

Okay, so like 3 years ago I was seeing an AODA (alcohol and other drug abuse) counselor. We were talking about these notes, dozens of them, that had been hidden in a dresser drawer, in like 5 different handwritings. She told me a story of a woman with MPD who had kidnapped herself. I didn't know what this meant, but I'm guessing my subconscious or someone inside did.

Somewhere around that time frame, after one of my "lost-time" episodes, I "awoke" to find that someone had written "Koda did this" on my arm, across my scars. I thought it was some kind of prank, until my friends told me how weird I'd been acting when "I" wrote it on my arm. They couldn't put their finger on it exactly; they thought I was messing around. Apparently I'd been talking and acting completely out of character.

Right after I saw the words on my arm, my teacher accused me of plagiarizing a paper (which REALLY ticks us off), I was aware of this...darkness, this rage, come over me, control me; like I was suddenly shoved in the backseat, watching a car thief drive (lame metaphor, I know). I could "hear" her thoughts, see what she saw (tho it was very...dark--I know now that it was tunnel vision)...it was freaky.

That was probably the first time I "knew" what we were, but I denied it as much as I could until like 6 months ago.

Sorry for the book!