My Alter Identities and Other Traumas

1.

There was a field with red beautiful roses
The air was trembling from the summer heat
I was laying down in that sea of awesomeness
Breathless
Really breathless
I was looking up to the sky
I heard myself singing
"Christ will come a-calling"
And then all went black
I woke up
From that dream

I was in my bedroom, several inches away from the bed. I was on the floor, without a blanket or a pillow. It must have been Emma. She likes to sleep so messy. I realize that I am me. I wake up as the host. This hasn't happened in a while. Usually I wake up as Max, who jumps from the bed, without checking the phone, unlike me, and goes straight to the kitchen to eat breakfast. Then goes outside and I usually become the host, once out of the house. I think the air helps me. Max never really liked playing outside. Because of his Trauma. Every one of my alters has its own Trauma. Max came into my life when I was 5 and an older child came by my house, and threw a big smelly bomb over the fence. It hit me in the head so hard, that I passed out because of the shock. Who the heck would've expected it? It turned out that I was allergic to the chemicals that formed the smell of the pouch. I stayed in the hospital 24 hours and I never wanted to go outside again. And there was Max, a happy kid that woke me up everyday and made me go outside , then backed away and let the host take control.
But today I woke up as The Real Me. I heard Max in my head telling me that he was upset because the weather was too bad for the end of summer break. Gosh! Tomorrow's the first day of school.
I get back up in my bed and unlock my phone. A text from my aunt appears on the screen:

   "Sweetie . I will come home late tonight. Don't stay up waiting for me."

   The text was received sometime around midnight. I hadn't heard the phone rang. "She must be home by now" I thought, but still, an unsettling feeling of anxiety broke inside me. This is the same text that I got from mom the night she went missing. This is the Trauma that provided me with Emma. My 24/7 worried alter. I am not a "worst case scenario" kind of person. I don't like to think about what could happen. But after that night, Emma taught me how to worry. 
   At that terrifying thought, I quickly go downstairs to check on my aunt. I , as in my Emma Alter Identity, not the host. The host never bothered about this kind of stuff. She is so calm whenever someone "disappears". But Emma, on the other hand, is desperate. She kicks in and I can't push her back.
   I frenetically shout for my aunt. She finally comes in the house, through the backyard door, probably fearing I'd have a crisis.
   "Sweetie... It's ok. I'm here." she tells me, hugging me.
  I see the phone in her hand. She was in the middle of a call. With dad.
   "How's he?" I ask, looking to the phone. "Are they ok?"
   "Yes, dear. He wanted to see you before school started, but I told him you were sleeping at the moment. Now we were discussing financials." my aunt explained herself.
   "Tell him I'll call him later." I said, knowing the microphone was off. Then I went upstairs, returning to the host.
I made my bed, put on some clothes, and read a few pages of the book that I had on my night desk. Then I reached for the phone to call dad. I hate this day of the week. Dad left us some years before mom went missing. He decided he was gay. Or he realized he was. Anyways, he left us, found another man like him and got married. Now he has been trying to adopt a child. I usually talk to him once a week, see him twice a month and he sends me money for living. And his sister takes care of me. She never had children and she isn't married either , so she was happy to be my "parent". And I am glad that she is.
"Hi dad!" I say, as soon as he picks up.
"Hello sweetheart! How's it going?" he asks me.
"Fine. Can't wait for school to start.." I say sarcastically, then we both laugh. "How are you? How's Nate?"
"We're good. Working on the adoption papers. He is ok, too." he replied. He made a pause, then added "Hey, look, I wanted to see you before school started. So maybe today, if it is ok for you ,darling."
"Yeah, sure. Where and when?"
"I was thinking Starbucks, downtown, at maybe 11 ?" he said.
"Sounds Good. Is Nate coming, too?" I ask nervously. If Nate was to come, then so was Zedd. My homophobic alter. I was maybe 12 when dad ran off with a man and that caused a trauma for me. Mom tried to explain about the LGBT rights and what kind of relationships they had , and I, as the host, felt proud of dad for expressing his feelings, but Zedd, didn't. Something went wrong in my head , the moment that Nate and Dad kissed right in front of me. That is when Zedd, my homophobic 12 year-old identity appeared.
"I suppose so. But he has business in town, so he won't be taking coffee with us." Dad replied finally.
"Okay, then. See you, dad!" I say, then hang up.