Please don't ask where I got this idea. I don't know where I got this idea. :P

Thanks to bsgroxmysox for being an unofficial beta for this fic. :') -Mistakes are still mine-

Personality

Pronunciation: per·son·al·i·ty

Noun (plural: personalities)

totality of qualities and traits, as of character or behaviour, that are peculiar to a specific person.

pattern of collective character, behavioural, temperamental, emotional, and mental traits of a person.

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Personality. There are many definitions for it. You don't think any of them really capture the point. Yes, it's traits and the qualities that make you, well, you. But not everyday.

Your true personality doesn't come out until you are in certain situations. Who you really are surfaces when you're under pressure, when you're happy or sad. It comes out when you are afraid.

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You're walking down the street. It's late and you wish you hadn't parked your car so far away from the office. There's a woman walking a few yards ahead of you; you admire her heels and wonder where you could get a pair of ones like them…

She's walking past an alley and something reaches out and grabs her.

You freeze.

A scream.

Then nothing.

Your mind goes into overdrive.

You have a few different options at this point.

Number one: You could run into the alley and try and defend whoever that girl is. Problem: You could end up dead.

Number two: You could call the police. Problem: She will probably be dead by the time they get here.

And number three: You walk away. You forget you ever saw anything. Problem: Could you live with yourself?

As much as your mind is screaming number three you know it's really not an option.

Seconds have passed and you haven't moved. It's time for your true personality to shine through. This is who you are. You speed dial Cal and pick up a large abandoned umbrella from the street.

"Hey Fost-"

"Cal!"

Your voice is high and you know your attempt to whisper is useless.

"I need you."

"Where are you?"

"Outside that coffee shop. Where we had lunch? Cal, quickly."

You cut him off and run towards the alley. You turn the corner and see her lying there. Alone.

You run to her and check for a pulse. There's nothing. Nothing but a wet, sticky substance.

He slit her throat.

You find your back against the wall and yourself sliding down it. You hear noise, someone running. You grab the umbrella and feel like and idiot. An umbrella to defend yourself against a murderer?

You brace yourself for when he finds you, your eyes are closed and you don't know if they'll ever open again.

You feel hands on your arms and you start to scream.

"Gillian! Gillian, look at me. Gillian, I'm here."

Your eyes shoot open and you grasp at him.

"Shush… It's ok."

You realised you're crying. Not quietly either.

"I'm here. You're fine."

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Personality is who you are when confronted with a situation that tests you. A situation where you have options. Will you choose the right one? Is there a right one? Will you choose the one best for someone else or the one best for you.

Out of some misguided idea of right and wrong would you put your life at risk for someone else? Someone you have no connection to, no obligations. A stranger.

Personality. It's us in our weakest moments, the moments that break you.

The question is, will your personality let those moments break you?

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