This second chapter starts off with Alana and focuses more on her since she and Carlos are the more important characters of this story. Now to be clear Alana does know she has separate personalities, but like her personalities she is in denial that she has a problem, also she can "see" and talk to Elektra the blue eyed personality. And this is my take on DID (dissociative identity disorder), as well as others that the other characters have. So enjoy the chapter. :) Also this isn't a romance story as the story goes on you'll see what I mean.


"Do you understand the charges you're being faced with?" Officer Ramazzotti asked his daughter sadness heavy in his green eyes.

"What charges, I don't know what you're talking about!" Alana protested irritated and confused to why she was sitting in an interrogation room.

"Alana, there are parents of 10 kids your own age saying that you…. That you raped their children," her father said disbelief thick in his voice like molasses.

"I've never had sex, let alone with 10 people," she argued her eyes turning dark, she felt herself shake and a migraine pinched the nerves of her eyes causing tears to roll down her cheeks.

"Sweetheart, just tell me what you did," he begged as he reached for her hand across the table.

"Alana didn't do anything," the girl replied smacking her father's hand away, her eyes were fierce, angry and violent. They were also a bright vivid icy blue.

"What… what are you talking about?" he looked confused as he looked into the face of his daughter but her eyes weren't hers. "Who are you?"

"I'm Elektra, and Alana didn't do anything… she's innocent," Elektra said fiercely crossing her arms over her shoulders.

Elektra smirked sinisterly as Alana's father sat there confused, shocked and a little terrified.

"This…this changes everything," he said getting up from the metallic chair and left the room.

{***}

Alana looked at the sign of the building she was supposed to be living in.

"Palm Woods… this looks fancy," she said to herself with a frown. She still had no idea why she here.

'Don't you remember… they think you're crazy,' the familiar voice in her head said to her, only this time she could see Elektra standing next to her.

"I'm not crazy… you are," she muttered to the blue eyed girl not noticing that she had spoken to no one.

'Shh, don't talk to me out loud, you look like a nut talking to air next to you,' Elektra advised wrapping her arm around Alana's shoulder protectively.

"Right," she grunted to herself and made sure to keep her conversation with Elektra to herself.

"Now you'll start off in isolation until you can be fully evaluated before being able to have a roommate," Mr. Bitters, a portly man said to her in a tired voice as he led her down the main hall of the institution.

She made no commented as she adjusted the strap of her backpack following the large man. Looking up from the ground she caught sight of a Latin boy with jet black hair (she guessed it was softer than the fur of a rabbit) and dark curious eyes. He stared at her intently as she walked past, a ghost of a smile flickered across her face as she walked past him and continued to her new room.

'He's a cutie pie that one, you should talk to him,' Elektra said sitting herself onto the small twin bed. Her blue eyes pierced Alana as the other packed her clothes into the small chest of drawers.

"He won't like me… I can't talk to him," Alana said a frown drawing itself onto her face.

'Of course he will; he looked at you like you were god's gift to the earth,' Elektra replied getting off the bed. 'If you won't talk to him… then Chelsea will, and you don't want her all over that cute little Spanish boy do you?'

"No… fine I'll say hi to him… or something," she huffed pulling a thick blue journal from her bag. "Now go away, I want to write before I have to talk to that therapist."

'Always polite… bye Ally,' Elektra said fading from Alana's vision back into the usual dark catacombs existing inside her mind.

Alana flinched and opened up her journal a blue pen rolling out of the spine. Uncapping the pen she wrote down an entry, hoping to calm down the nerves pulsing behind her eyes.

'It's loud…too loud,' she thought wincing slightly at migraine pulsing in her head.

Sighing she reached back into her bag and found the bottle of aspirin that she'd packed for her migraines, popping out two pills she swallowed them dry and looked at her watch.

"Time for therapy," she said to herself stuffing her journal back into her bag and exited her room.

She walked down the hall keeping her head down away from the hall lights that seemed brighter than they were before. Her migraine was still there, still pulsing behind her eyes, trying to shake the pain and fatigue from her head she bumped into someone. Embarrassed she looked up to see the Latin boy from before.

"Oh…sorry… um, Hi I'm Carlos," he stuttered as he looked over her face with wide eyes.

"It's okay… I'm Alana; I have to talk to the "doctor"… I'll see you around," she said with a sweet smile and moved past him into Dr. Collin's office.

"Bye," she heard him whisper as she stepped behind the therapist's door.

She wanted to giggle, Carlos was too adorable for words and he already had her curious to why he was here. But she'd have to put the darling olive skinned boy out of her mind as she sat down into Dr. Collins pristine office.

"So Alana, what do you think about being here?" Dr. Collins asked flipping a new page in her large black journal.

"It's okay I guess," she replied trying not to flinch under the pulsing migraine, the color in her eyes darkened and her shoulders relaxed.

"Alana… are you alright?" the therapist questioned looking to the girl curiously.

"Alana always gets head aches, I don't… I don't get head aches," she said looking up to Dr. Collins who was surprised seeing nearly black eyes instead of the vivid green from earlier.

"Oh… could you tell me your name please?" the blond woman inquired jotting down notes on Alana's disorder.

"Jasmine, but make sure you keep your blinds closed, Alana doesn't like lights, but it can't be too dark," Jasmine informed picking at the hangnail she found on her right hand.

"But why can't it be too dark?"

"Because… bad things happen in the dark," Jasmine replied and winced her eyes squeezing tightly as she sucked in a painful breath of air.

"Jasmine…?" Dr. Collins looked to the girl curiously as she clutched her head and whined, gasped in pain, then her shoulders relaxed again but quickly stiffed.

She straightened up, folded her arms and glared at the blond therapist, shocking ice blue eyes bore right into her.

"You're a real nosy lady you know," she said snidely, her glare strong and smoldering.

"Oh… and you are?" Dr. Collins asked seemingly unfazed by the sudden aggressive behavior.

"Elektra if you care," she replied turning her gaze to the book shelf lined with medical books and PhD's. "You think you can cure her? There's nothing wrong with her."

"You talk as if she's another person," the other female carefully replied as she wrote down more into her journal.

"She is, we're all different people, we just look the same… except for the eyes if you've noticed," Elektra said glancing back to the doctor.

"Well, I'd like to talk to more Elektra, but I kind of wanted to talk to Alana," Dr. Collins said looking over the file information of Elektra being "extremely violent".

"Fine, but she and I are getting hungry so could you make it quick?" she said pursing her lips, her entire disposition full of aggression and annoyance.

"… Since it is time for dinner you can go now," Dr. Collins said a tiny bit miffed by Elektra's curt behavior.

"I can go… but I didn't say anything?" Alana's polite voice said, her green eyes were full of confusion.

"It's fine don't worry, we can talk again tomorrow okay, you know where the cafeteria is don't you?" the therapist said making a mental note of how quickly she transitioned through personalities.

"Oh… okay and yeah… I guess I'll be going now, bye," she said getting up from the leather chair and out of the office.

'She thinks you're nuts, she wants to make you "better" Ally,' Elektra said walking the green eyed girl down the hall to the cafeteria.

"Shh, I'm trying to think," Alana said rubbing her temples as the pulsing behind her eyes came back.

She walked into the large cafeteria immediately feeling small and lonely as she always did back in her hometown. Flinching slightly she made it to the food line scooped some chicken, broccoli and cheese onto her tray as well as a slice of pizza and an apple. Grabbing a bottle of chocolate milk she made her way to an empty table fully aware of all the stares people were giving her.

'Just ignore them, just like school,' Elektra whispered from inside her head (but her voice sounded like it was right next to her ear).

Keeping her head down she started eating only glancing up every now and then to catch glimpse of Carlos. When she did see him walking in front of a tall brunette he looked at her with such concern (a light blush dusting his cheeks) it made her look back down to her food flustered.

'You should sit with him, his friends are cute,' Elektra suggested with a wide grin.

'No… I won't, they won't like me,' she thought causing the other to pout slightly.

Alana flinched at the pain of her head ache and went back to eating her food in undisturbed silence.


An update will come soon, the next chapter will focus more on Carlos and will have more interactions between him an Alana. Please review xoxo