The Day My Soul Clocked Out

Five years ago, after being diagnosed with severe depression, an alter ego named Osman appeared in my body.

On odd-numbered days, I'm awake, and on even-numbered days, he is.

He's vibrant and charismatic, while I'm quiet and reserved.

My parents, Mr. and Mrs. Williams, and my fiancée, Alice, all prefer him, reserving all their affection for his days.

But as time went on, they grew greedier. Every time I was awake, they'd bring me a sedative.

If I kept taking them, my core personality would be completely erased.

To make them happy, I always took the sedatives.