I met him as me, that was for sure, but as time progressed he got to see the many sides of me. Eight to be exact. Let me give you a list:
There's Sandy, a very promiscuous eighteen year old. She's the exact opposite from the real me, from Rose. I can only imagine his face as awkward, timid me was portraying this sexy, promiscuous girl. Yikes.
There's Barbara, a fifty year old singer who believes she's a star. Double yikes.
There's Stan, a thirty year old business man. He has a Wife named Julia, and three kids, George, Ally, and Sam.
There's Sarah, a bubbly little 15 year old.
There's Vanessa, a fiesty rocker-chick, (I'm convinced that she's a closet lesbian) She dresses in a punk-rock fashion, wears heavy makeup. Her hair is black with streaks of fiery red. Not my style but cool i guess.
There's Kate, a very uptight, snobbish girl. She had no problem telling you the truth, even if it hurt. She was bold, confident, and had her head up her ass. I disliked Kate very much and loathed when I was her. She's such a bitch.
There's Max, a funny jock that gets all of the girls. He got along best with Max, he actually liked him in a sense.
And then there's me, Rose. Despite my many personalities, I'm still far from normal. I'm awkward and quirky, and don't do very well in social situations. I just don't know what to do with myself half of the time and always end up doing something ridiculous that embarrasses me completely and I regret.
Now let me tell you, I'm not crazy. I'm as sane as the next girl, but I'm not normal, not in the slightest. My name is Rosemary Marie Figgs, and I have multiple personality disorder.
He knew me. And when I say that he knew me I mean that he really knew me. He's the only one who ever did. He broke under the surface of the shell that surrounds me and got to know me. He accepted me for and all of my crazy, and knew me in spite of it. On my worst days he was there, and I couldn't be more grateful for that.
Of all of the people that I've come to know he's the only one who has come to know me as well. He always knew when he was talking to me, the real Rosemary, his Rose. He'd always brought me back, too. When I wasn't myself, he'd talk to me and I'd come back. Everytime we were together it was like a little piece of them diminished. He was my savior.
Sometimes I feel bad for him meeting me, so innocent and unsuspecting. He had no clue that he was walking into a whole new territory, a different world filled with nonsense and craziness. By the time he'd realized that there was something wrong it was too late, too late for him to turn back.
Another thing that I don't understand is why he never ran the first time he laid eyes on me. I'm sure that in our first conversation ever that my awkwardness was in it's prime. I literally cringe at myself everytime I recall our first exchange, just because I was that awkward.
A/N: Sooooo.. Yeah.
Uhm
Multiple Personalities
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Next chapter I'm going to get into the actual story.. This was just a little information I guess?
idk
i hope you like this
i was looking at a book called Sybil in my room, it's a true story of this girl with multiple personality disorder and I was just like wow
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