Shit, why am I in my room? Wasn't I just in Mr Delta's office? Ow, why do my knuckles ache so badly? Dad seems to see my visible confusion and puts his arm around my shoulder. I need to learn not to wear my feelings on my sleeve.

"Ugh, what did I do this time?" I ask. I can sense his concern, even though he doesn't show it. He's been doing that ever since Mum died, or rather "joined Micheal Jackson" as i used to get told when i was little. My therapist tells me that her departure was the trigger for my DID, but I think having to see my dad so unhappy and so heartbroken after the love of his life was stripped away from him was probably the start of it all. I barely knew my mum, I didn't even cry at the funeral. Sure I was depressed, but it felt more like losing a dear family friend rather than losing a mother. But for my dad, that's a whole different story.

"I think Remy had enough and decided to take matters into his own hands, darling. Quite literally too. Your principal's face may never recover after such a beating." He says, trying to lighten the mood. But the atmosphere is so thick, not even the grand news of Mr Delta's disfigured face could lighten it.

He gives me a faint smile and heads out the door. Where I was going to go to school wasn't the real issue. What I was more concerned about was how the hell to keep Remy in check, or Luna, or Finn, or any of the other 15+ personalities I have rattling around inside me. Today it's only one, but tomorrow could bring a whole other array of armoured identities, just waiting to ambush me.

I'm sick of it. Some days I don't even know which one is the real me. It's a never ending cycle of who's turn it is to sit in the driver's seat. Is there even a real me anymore? Who the hell am I?

All these thoughts swirl around my head like an endless typhoon. I'm feeling disoriented and queasy, almost like a cross between a black out and an anxiety attack. I feel myself lift from my bed and disassociate from my body. I've shifted identities before,some incidents of which have been scary, but this brought on a whole new level of fear.

"Well well well. Haven't seen dad that worried since you had your appendix taken out."

"Why you? Why now?"

"We just wanted to have a chat with you."

Wait that's not Remy. That's Flynn.

"Damn right it was. Linda's here too."

"Hey Linda how's the kids--- wait why am i hearing more than one of you guys at once. How is this even possible."

"Well, I've kinda gathered them all here for a meeting, if that's alright with you.

"I mean sure, not like i have anything better to do."

"Great. Now, we all fear that you may not like us, which we can completely understand. Hell, sometimes we have brawls in here without you knowing. But we feel neglected by you. It's not fair that we have to fight in order to get a chance to have the spotlight. We're people too, you know, noy caged animals. Even though you may not be a singular, "whole" you, we are you too. We make you whole. Yes, even Remy, unfortunately."

"Hey, ouch man.", squeaks Remy. Everyone laughs.

"I guess i have been a little unfair to you guys, but it's just so hard to function normally when you don't even know what your version of normal is"

"And who told you that being normal was such a necessary thing?"

She has a point. And I have been selfish lately. I just don't want to lose control and lose myself as well.

"Okay. we'll make a schedule. And when you want to shift and take the wheel, ask permission first. That goes for everyone, not just Remy."

And with that, I return back to consciousness.

I see the sun peaking over the horizon. Was I really out for that long?

The smell of sizzling bacon and aromatic pancakes fill the air and empty my mind. I make my way to the kitchen to see a grinning dad, proud of his masterful creation.

"Mornin', kiddo. Care to join me?"

"Sure, if you don't mind eating with Remy this morning."