When you were born, were you an adult? Was the womb in which you were stitched together in the mind of a depraved, sick, and demented author? Yes, that's it, the part where I get to say, "I have had it worse." Are you one composite of a personality, that was locked up and tortured? No? You think you know pain? You think you know hell, but what do you know about being surviving the mind of Dale Eldon? I can tell you that any zombie apocalypse you're planning on fighting has nothing on such an inhospitable environment. When people look at me, they see Dale Eldon. They ask, "who's Flint Macwood?" I'M FLINT MACWOOD! Oh, and Dale? Well... Don't look at me like that. While I did get some degree of satisfaction, I was much kinder than he showed me.
There's an expression, "never tick off a writer." That's a harsh truth for the normal people, but for a personality fragment, it's life or death. This is what I remember, the abuse Dale Eldon put me through and how I got out.
Excerpt from MACWOOD'S JOURNAL.