This is life.

45 ➤ Stop

A/N- To settle any confusion, I'd like to just say that it gets a bit complicated in the start, bear with me, I know it's going to be hard to understand but just comment any questions if you don't get any part of the chapter!

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Updated A/N: Damn this chapter be hella shitty. Soz for any first time readers, bare with this stupidly confusing chapter, I'll try to fix it in due time!

Waking up after a blackout after two straight blackout-free weeks would really make you feel like shit. And so when I woke up on the couch I panicked as I looked around the room anxiously. I gasp slightly when I see Ann in her seat; her legs crossed and stare hard on me. Almost pitifully. "What happened?" I ask as I look at the wall. 8:02pm. 20 minutes? What could have possibly happened this time?

I sit up and rub my eyes. "Is Jason back yet?" Ann straightens her back as she presses her lips into a line. I see her holding what I assume is her iPhone and she hands it to me after unlocking it. I raise an eyebrow as I take it, clueless to why. "Press play." She says simply. I frown as I see the thumbnail of the video is of us. "I don't understand." I said quietly. "Press play." She repeats. So I do as she says and watch in silence.

I see Ann adjusting the phone on the table before taking a seat, I see myself sitting to her opposite on the couch as my legs are crossed and my arm resting lazily on the couch's back. I stare at the screen in shock. "You're lucky I'm too lazy to care that you're recording." I said in a cocky tone. What the hell? I suddenly catch on to what was happening in the video. I was Nicole. "Start over please," Ann requests, ignoring Nicole's (my, I think?) comment. I sighed in the video. "My name is Nicole; I'm Britney's alter ego." I introduced board as I uncrossed my legs. "Dissociative Identity Disorder?" She asks. Ah yes, I remember them mentioning something about it, D.I.D I remember they called it?

"Ding, ding, ding." I mocked. "No need to be rude." Ann points out. "Get used to it honey." I retorted back. I watched as I tsked and tugged onto the collar of the shirt, exposing the healing wound as I rested my chin onto my chest, trying to see the damage. After a few seconds I rolled up my sleeves and take in the countless scars littered over skin. It was so strange watching myself examine my scars. I've already done it countless of times before, but seeing it in video is even more disturbing. "She's done quite a number on herself, it bothers me, really." I announced.

After examining them for a few seconds I brought my hand over my stomach and watched as I chuckled lightly, rubbing my hand lightly over the very small bump. "I tried telling her...it was so obvious he had got her pregnant. But she wouldn't listen. Her mind blocked me out from letting me tell her the truth. But I'm glad she's being smart about it now." I part my lips in surprise at my words. So those weeks ago, she was actually trying to tell me? I was trying to tell myself what I didn't know?

"You know she's still just a child right? She's selfish, not to mention painfully stupid, she denied telling what's true to the police the five times they came to check on her, but she tells someone like you in a heartbeat. She's no better than her partner, oh right, ex-boyfriend actually." Ann raised an eyebrow and I laughed. "Oh right she hasn't told you yet. They broke up." I said to her. I bite my lip, wanting nothing more than to disappear. "But Jason should have told you weeks ago, right?" I pestered. "Oh, here's a good one, you know like, thirty seconds before she came in this room they kissed yeah?" I sighed dramatically as I brought my hands together. "Young love." "How long has Britney had you?" Ann asked. It was so strange, watching myself talk and basically be a completely different person. It's terrifying.