--Chapter 13: Emma, Rebecca, Emma, Rebecca—
I stood there in a stunned silence. I could tell Benny was waiting for me to say something, but I knew he would wait as long as it took for me to sputter out a, “yes, you’re right.” The problem was that I couldn’t do it. My worst fear has just taken place, being discovered, and all I could do was stand there like an idiot, my jaw half open and a blank expression on my face. I couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t know if I was Emma… or Rebecca… or Karter or Alexandra or Jessica or Scarlet or even Michelle!
I didn’t know who I was. Am I even myself? Who is myself? What is the real me? Do I like being popular or do I like being a band geek? Those are two polar opposites, I definitely can’t be both as one person.
Who am I even pretending to be? Am I Emma? Should I reply snobbishly like a typical popular girl? Or am I Rebecca? Should I reply like a close friend? Can I even reply?
My breakdown was a lot worse than ever expected, considering I never expected to have a breakdown. I’d never planned this far into the future, like what would happen if I was discovered or got sick of my identities. I was never a thinker, always a doer.
Random thoughts and questions continued to rapidly flash through my head. The next one was never linked to the one before it. My entire existence of becoming each identity flashed through my head. The rainy night when I first set out as Karter. The red corvette that Scarlet’s first date picked her up in. The first flute that Rebecca touched. I remembered every single little detail of those amazing days and now they were all about to end in this one confession.
But I couldn’t confess. I couldn’t give this all up. I wouldn’t. I loved every little bit of it, down to that last term paper written by Michelle. My face broke its dullness and my mouth closed shut but the corners pushed into a tiny frown. Right now was the moment where I would tell Benny everything and he would call the cops and I’d be in a shitload of trouble. Instead of a grand speech, all I was able to say was, “B-b-Benny,” and run into his arms. They were comforting. He did not seem in the least bit surprised I’d run for him. His casted leg from the accident did not even flinch. He hadn’t even bothered to bring his crutched to the dinner. He must be getting better.
That’s good.
And in that moment, I jerked my face up to look at his. He was screaming about a freak that had some multiple personality disorder, which I didn’t have, he was looking into my eyes.
And in that moment… we kissed.
It was nothing long, but even though it lacked time, it made up for it in meaning. He did not care that I was more than one person and I did not care that he was dating Cassie. Was that really what was happening between them, though?
Suddenly, I realized that Benny’s kiss had wiped away all my fears and left me thinking about random drama that could be dealt with at a much later time. I looked at him again. “Benny?”
“Yes,” he asked, his eyes sparkling with inner happiness. Real happiness. Nothing I saw when he was with Cassie.
“You have a lot of explaining to do,” I muttered in his ear as I put my head back on his shoulder. He was a perfect height so I fit in finely.
“You do, too,” was all he had to say. With that, he grabbed my hand and walked me down the street. At that time, all I could concentrate on was my flip flops flopping on the ground and the noise the crickets were making and all the little things, all the things that didn’t matter. Because I knew what was in store, next.
I was going to have to tell Benny every single little thing about me.
Including how I became the girl with seven identities.
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