My Personalities and I (UNDER MAJOR CHANGES)

Updated Chapter 1

"Come on! Hurry up Eliza! We have to get there early!" Squealed a fiery red head with light hazel eyes as she burst into the bedroom of my apartment. I'm still not sure how or when she got a key to my place but it was so normal at this point I just ran with it.

"Calm down Ems, i'm ready to go whenever you are." I stated, brushing my hand through my hair, my calm eyes falling on her face, the goofy grin that reached her eyes tugged at my heart strings. Getting off my comfy bed, i ruffled her hair, getting swatted at in the process, I started to mentally prepare myself for the torture to come.

Ever since my best friend Ems, or Emily as people who wanted to get decked would call her, found out there was a new club in town she had been begging me to go with her and after two week of constant whining, i finally caved and promised to go if she would just stop, my ears would start to bleed if she continued everyday like that.

She looked at my outfit in disgust, "You're wearing that?" She asked, her voice thick with disbelief.

"Umm yeah, whats wrong with my outfit?" Unsurely looking down at my faded and torn denim skinny jeans and black crop top that showed off my flat stomach including the little black star dangling from my belly button piercing that most people where shocked to see.

I remember when i first got it, freaking out because i really didn't want to but it was another thing Ems had pressured me into. I remember crying and begging her to not make me do it, I wasnt and I'm still not much for needles, 'ugh' just the thought of a needle ripping through my flesh just freaked me out. But she stood by my side through it all and seeing it now I dont regret a thing. Ems was good at pushing me outside my comfort zone, sure we got into stupid situations but in the end I wouldnt change a thing.

Alot of people don't understand the relationship Emily and I have. They say she's a bad influence on me but she's been with me through thick and thin, through the trauma and the shit storm that I call a life. She knows about my disorder and she knows how to handle it, I couldnt be more grateful honestly. My sister from another mother, people still say that right? She took care of me when I was at my weakest.

My thoughts where interrupted by her shrill voice as she shrieked at me, "You've got to be kidding! What's wrong with that outfit!? Oh My God Eliza! We need to give you a complete makeover before we go, im glad I came over early, now go into the bathroom and strip off those horrid clothes while I pick you out something appropriate to wear!" Ems demanded.

I smiled slightly and rolled my eyes, "Yes Ma'am!" A playful smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth as i made my way over to my small bathroom and closed the door. I stripped off my shirt and shimmied out of my skin tight skinny jeans, shivering as the cold hit me. Ems burst into the bathroom and flung some type of fabric at me before snatching my clothes off the counter and quickly leaving. "What the hell..." the words left my mouth in a soft murmur. That chick did a lot of strange things that I'll never be able to understand.

I picked up the piece of fabric and held it infront of my face, scrunching my nose slightly as i noticed it was either a very short dress or a slightly long shirt. When i looked around and saw no pants to go along with it i figured the nude pink colored item in question was a dress.

"Do you really want me to wear this? It's so short..." I whined softly, pouting as i heard Ems shouting back at me, "Yes! Just put it on so i can do your make up and hair!"

I sighed and pulled the tight fitting dress over my head, afraid that if i tried to step into it and pull it over my butt it would rip. once i managed to pull it on and adjust it i turned to look into the mirror, tugging at the bottom to try and make it reach further down but it was determined to stay at my mid thighs.

The dress was actually very pretty, it had a t-shirt like top in a nice nude pink color. Thick stripes of see through nude lace giving a ladder effect and showing off the pale skin of my chest and stomach. The tiny belly button ring i had in was getting tugged by the lace but i just ignored it, knowing if i said anything Emily would make me take it out. Trust me, them damn things are a pain in the ass to get back in once you take them off, like threading a needle with another, bigger, needle.

I opened the door to see Ems grinning at me, "You look hot! Now move aside!" She rushed into the bathroom, toting a bag of makeup and a curling iron with her. She backed me up against the wall with a mischievous look in her face.

I snorted, holding my hands up in defeat and closed my eyes, letting her get to work. After what felt like hours she told me to open my eyes. I looked into the mirror and shyly smiled, a slight blush on my cheeks. "Pretty..." I mumbled softly, studying the black eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara that made my baby blue eyes pop. My lips had a light gloss to it with a pale pink that matched the dress.

I glanced at her in the mirror to see that she had already started on my hair, using the curling iron to give it soft curls and waves. After finished with that she threw it up into a messy bun, leaving my bangs and a couple of pieces of the chocolate brown to frame my heart shaped face. If i must say so, in my own opinion, i looked kinda hot, which is definitely not my normal. It felt like I was looking at a different person, making my heart skip a beat anxiously.

"Alright girly, put these on and you're done." Ems spun me around to face her and handed me some black six inch pumps and some gold jewelry along with my regular black choker.

I stumble over my own feet as I tried making my way back into my bedroom to grab my phone and some money, heels were not my forte, my struggles to look graceful probably looked more like a newborn fawn trying to figure out walking with this death traps on my feet. Grabbing my essentials and looking around for a clutch I decided to shove the money and rest into my bra instead, knowing me i'd just lose it anyways.

I turned back around to see Emily doing the same with her phone and a couple of hundred dollar bills that i had no idea how she had gotten. We were both struggling financially so it didnt make sense but I wasnt going to question her, what she did with her money was her choice. I took a second to notice her outfit. She was wearing a light silver dress with two huge cutouts on each side of her waist. The dress was short and showed off her long lightly tanned legs. Her fiery hair was down in loose curls around her oval face. Her makeup was simple, the black eyeliner that she layered over her smokey brown and green eyeshadow made her light hazel eyes pop and her soft freckles that she hated were less noticeable. She had put on a light layer of clear lipgloss to make sure her eyes where the main feature on her face. The small strappy silver peep toe heels she was wearing almost made me giggle when i saw the black hearts painted on her toe nails.

"You ready to go?" Emily grinned excitedly at me and i nodded, giving her a small smile back, "As ready as i'll ever be for a night out with you, crazy girl."

Emily laughed and tugged me out of my bedroom, down the narrow hallway and out of my small apartment. Barely waiting while I locked the door and said a silent prayer as i was pulled from my safe heaven.

I don't think god got it.