Hello! This is only an experimental story, and Bella would be ridiculously powerful, and you have been warned. This happens after New Moon and the consecutive books did not happen.

Summary: Post New Moon. Bella has been keeping secrets, and the Cullens find out that she is not who she seems. MPD with a twist.

As far as I know, people has been keeping secrets ever since.

I have no idea why – is being secretive pre-programmed into everyone at the time of their birth? Or are clandestine natures cultivated by mistrust of those around us as we grow old? Maybe the fear of revealing too much of our true selves – the good and the bad parts that makes up who we are – is somewhat daunting. What if people we entrust our secrets to won't like us? Or worse: What is they won't keep those secrets to themselves, and start spreading them to others?

I think that that is what scares us most: humiliation in front of our peers, injured pride in the face of others, and more importantly, the thought of our loved ones losing their trust and belief in us.

Would you still listen to your teachers if they tell you that they had been smoking pot and flunking their classes when they were wayward students? Would you still elect a good-intentioned politician if he was rumored to run at the wrong side of the law during his reckless days? Would you still follow your parent's concerned teachings if you found out that they weren't good children when they were young? No. Most people will think that the well-meaning teacher, the reformed politician and the grown-up parent are hypocrites. They might be right in some cases, and wrong in others.

Because of prejudice, some secrets are not meant to be revealed. I realize that.

Take Forks, for instance. Would people still stroll casually among its little streets if they knew that mythical creatures such as vampires and wolves roamed around town?

Definitely not. I'd say that they would run away, screaming their heads off. Maybe some of the braver (or sillier ones, depending on how you look at it) would carry garlic and pitchforks yelling 'Demon begone!' to complete the stereotypical picture of frightened villagers.

So you see, there really is a need to keep secrets from those not involved in the matter. What they don't know won't hurt them, right?

I wish I could say the same for myself. For the secret I carry is too big to remain a secret and will undoubtedly concern those unfortunate enough to be around me.

Oh, I'm not talking about the Cullens. Quite a few are already aware of them: the Volturi, the La Push guys, the Denali clan, and, of course, me.

By my knowledge of the Cullens and other things unknown to the common citizen you probably guessed who I am. You are right. It is me. Bella.

Pay close attention to who I am, for it has everything to do with what I am going to tell you; a secret I have never, ever told a soul before.

I am Bella, but I am not her, either.

Wait, you may ask. What's this? How could I be myself and not myself at the same time. It may sound like I am pulling your leg. It may be confusing, and impossible, but what I speak is the truth.

I am Bella, but I am not truly her.

Was there a time that I used to be me? Yes, there was. I blame the fact of me not being Bella to something that happened months ago. Bella used to be whole; and I am but a small part of her. Although ever since that bitter parting in the forest, she hasn't been herself lately. Who would be if their true love left them? And so, there was a need to take over being Bella, or else we might die.

I said 'we' for I am not the only part which makes up Bella. There are several others, that you will know as my story progresses. I am the leader of our rag tag group; the brains of the operation.

My symptoms might sound familiar, and you probably know it as a psychological defect. I wish it was as simple as that, but no shrink could help us.

Yes, the Cullens are back, and all that happened is only water under a bridge and so on. Edward has returned to fill the missing gap in my heart, but Bella had not gotten any better, and the necessity to keep up the charade had prolonged.

Now, I fear that they might find out. Sooner or later, we are bound to slip up and suspicions will arise, especially in a family as observant as they.

It was supposed to remain a secret until Edward and I have achieved our happy ever-after, with me by his side forevermore.

I am Bella, but I am not truly her.

Because little did they know, Isabella Marie Swan does not exist.

Interested? Please, please review if you like it and want me to continue! They will be much appreciated.