Daddy's Little Cannibal: Thank you so much for the support for this story. Bronze and I both agreed that we wanted to answer a few questions that y'all might have about this story, because it's different, as some of y'all have said, and I figured that this would easier than replying to every review answering all your questions. :)

Bronzehairedgirl620: Thanks for reviewing; we're glad that you like the story so far. If you have any questions, most likely they'll be answered, but these are the general ones about MPD that you can know beforehand.

Is this version any different from Bronze/DLC's version?

No, both stories are the same. We both wrote at least half of the chapter, so instead of just posting it on one person's account, we posted on both of our accounts.

What's the difference between MPD (multiple personality disorder) and DID (dissociative identity disorder)?

They're the exact same thing. We can call it MPD or DID and it honestly would not make a difference. MPD is more commonly known than DID, if I told someone that Bella had dissociative identity disorder, I honestly doubt that a lot of people would know what that is. If I said MPD, a lot of people would know. Even though DID is now the preferred term, since we started with saying that it was MPD, we're going to continue to say MPD, just to be consistent. Besides, if you watch United States of Tara, they say multiple personality disorder.

Is like United States of Tara?

This was inspired by that show, but in the end, it's our own story. But it's a great resource because as far as I'm aware of it's accurate and it's funny!

How many personalities does Bella have?

Six, including the original Bella. There's Dale (forty-year-old biker dude), Victoria (vampire), B (fourteen year old teenager who likes to say that she's sixteen), Emily (OCD, everything must be clean girl), Marie (the French girl), and of course the Bella that we love and know from Twilight. Bronze and I (Daddy's Little Cannibal) each have our own personalities that we take charge of.

What happened to Bella, how did she get this disorder?

Read and find out. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

Chapter Two

I fumbled down into the kitchen, smacking the wall until I hit the light switch. It was too early to be up, but I wanted to make sure I was fully awake before he got down here.

I didn't want him here. They thought I was crazy, and that bringing in some freaking psychiatrist was going to cure everything. That he would solve all of my problems, and that everything would be okay once these three months were up.

Life didn't work like that. But unfortunately, I couldn't tell them just what I thought about the whole situation. They wouldn't listen, except for Alice. She's been the only supportive one this entire time, and I was undeniably grateful for it. I don't know if I could've gotten through this without her.

I didn't allow this side out much, except for in my thoughts or when no one was around. I wasn't comfortable with showing people, and they knew it. They wouldn't ever ask, although it wasn't like they believed I had more than one person inside me, anyway. They thought it was a joke. That it was all pretend; I've always had an active imagination.

The water on the stove boiled, the pot whistled before I turned off the heat and poured the steaming liquid into a mug I retrieved from the cabinet. Emily had cleaned yesterday, so I knew everything would be in its correct place. The tea bag sunk to the bottom and I watched it as the leaves dissolved, the color changed as the minutes passed.

This was the time I loved the most. When it was quiet, the sun not yet up, just like everyone else in the house. I felt constantly watched; like I was being monitored for some science experiment. They didn't give me a second to myself, although they liked to think they were being good about giving me space. There was always an eye watching me, someone knowing my location or what I was up to.

I glanced down at the notebook I had brought down from upstairs and opened it to a fresh page and uncapped the pen. I wasn't sure what I was in the mood to write, but it didn't matter. The feeling of being able to, with no restraints and no one telling me what to do was exhilarating. My only outlet, as far as I was concerned.

A loud thump overhead made me freeze in place, the cup halfway to my lips. My ears were alert as I paused, trying to listen for any indication that someone was up. Maybe Renee had fallen off the bed again, or Charlie had knocked the alarm clock as he normally did when he woke up for work. I didn't know, but I prayed it wasn't him.

"Bella?" Alice called out into the dimly lit room. I looked at the doorway, never more relieved to see her.

"In here," I said, although I knew she could see me.

"What are you doing up so early?" She asked softly as she walked into the kitchen.

I bit my lip. "I just wanted a little time to myself, that's all." I dropped the cup onto the table and stared at the blank page in front of me. I mentally sighed. So much for writing.

Alice sighed, running a hand through her disheveled hair. "How are you taking all of this?"

I immediately knew what she was talking about. "I hate it." I grumbled. I grabbed the cup and took the first sip I had been waiting for. "I want him to leave."

"You know that won't happen," she said softly, and I could tell she thought she was treading on thin ice. She wasn't nearly as cautious around me as the others, but she knew as well as any of them that one word could be the magic word for Bella to disappear. She also knew better than anyone that I would come back eventually.

"But..." I trailed off. "I don't know."

"Bella, I know you don't like this. I'm not too fond of a strange guy living here observing us either, but we're going to have to deal." She took a seat next to meet at the table. Her small hand wrapping around mine.

I leaned into her side, resting my head on her shoulder. "I just want them to understand."

"They will," she whispered, matting down my hair with the hand she wasn't using hold mine. "I promise."

"You should go back to sleep," I said as I lifted my head from shoulder. "It's too early. You'll be cranky if you don't get a little more sleep."

She narrowed in her eyes on me accusingly. She opened her mouth to say something, but thought against it. "You're right." She finally sighed, pushing herself away from the table and getting to her feet.

I watched as she walked up the stairs, giving me one last look on her way. I looked down at my notebook. I couldn't understand why the others couldn't understand, or why they didn't even try.

Edward, I think that was his name, was strange. I'm not sure why he even felt comfortable coming in here, living with a family he doesn't know. I hadn't listened to many of the facts about him, but I knew that he was a psychiatrist and this was his first "case study," as they liked to call it, making me sound even more like a National Science Fair project. He was young, so one could only assume that he was naïve.

I don't know how long I sat at the kitchen table, drinking small sips of tea until it turned stone cold and writing down whatever popped into my head before I heard a ghostly chuckle, breaking the silence I had been previously enjoying.

"You really are a vampire, aren't you?"

My eyes widened and I spun around automatically, glaring as best I could at the figure lurking in the doorway.

"Excuse me?" I replied, trying to make my voice sound as monotone and neutral as I could. My heart was racing and my palms were sweating as he took one step closer and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to make it all go away. Maybe if I wished hard enough, he would leave.

"You're up at odd hours of the night. Isn't that a vampire-like quality?"

I tensed my jaw, refusing to say anything. I didn't owe him any explanation. The way he looked at me made me feel uncomfortable. Vulnerable. As if I was at his disposal, and I didn't like it.

I looked at him, and although it was somewhat dark I could still make out what he looked like. He didn't remind me of a doctor, but it could be due to the fact that he couldn't be much older than I was. He was wearing a pair of running shorts and holding what appeared to be an iPod, but I wasn't going to ask. I didn't care that much.

I wanted to ask him where he was going, but again, I kept my mouth shut. I turned my face away from him, my posture stiff and rigid. I couldn't do this. Not when there was no one else around us, and in the dark. Not now.

You don't care, I chanted. Leave him be.

He continued to stand in the doorway, and we stared at one another like it was a damn Mexican standoff. Waiting for the other to crack. I wanted him to leave, and it seemed that neither ignoring him nor staring him down was helping my case.

"Well, I'm going to go out for a short run. I'll be back soon."

I nodded curtly to show him I heard him and didn't relax my body until I heard the resounding click of the door shutting. It almost made me laugh how he felt the need to explain exactly where he was going in minute detail. I remember how they told me in Driver's Ed how when you got pulled over, you are supposed to tell the cop each and everything you're going to do. I'm getting my license out of my wallet that's in my back pocket, or my registration is in the glove compartment, let me grab it.

Apparently it was so you wouldn't trick the police officer and make them think you were reaching for a weapon. Almost the same situation is here; so they wouldn't scare me. Almost.

I sat at the kitchen table, resisting the urge to bang my head against the edge, before getting up as I decided to make myself useful. I pulled out as many eggs as I thought I would need, quickly heating a pan and pouring the batter I had made into them. I had more scrambled eggs, bacon and toast than I knew what to do with in the end, right as Renee clambered down the stairs.

"Good morning," she sang out. I watched as she paused, looking at me for a second. "Sweetie?" She asked, not sure if one of the others had decided to come out for a visit. Would it be considering visiting, since they technically lived here with me?

"Hi," I mumbled, shoving the plate of food towards her. "I made breakfast."

"Thank you," she said simply, taking it and sitting down. Charlie and Alice soon joined her and we ate, conversing about meaningless topics. I was almost enjoying myself, thinking it would be a good morning, until I heard the door re-open. His footsteps were loud, echoing in my mind as they walked closer and he greeted those at the table.

"Good morning, Bella."

I froze, gripping my fork so hard I thought the metal would bend. He was too close. He was standing behind me. It was too close. He was too close.

"I'm finished." I forced myself away from the table and grabbed the plate. I didn't want to be rude to Emily, since she did spend so much time cleaning the house.

I stepped towards the sink, but Edward was too close. I ran into him. My plate dropped onto the tile floor and my eyes widened. I felt sick, my breathing became hard, my hands started to sweat, and everything went black.

--

"Oh my god." I breathed out. Edward was standing in front of me. Edward was here. I didn't know that was today. Why didn't anyone tell me it was today? I looked down at what I was wearing. Pink. I was wearing pink, in front of Edward. Shit.

I turned around and started towards the stairs. Edward was here, Edward Cullen was here, and I was wearing pink. Does no one understand how embarrassing that is? Pink! I'm not a pink kind of girl. I'm strictly black. I was lucky that I didn't suddenly catch on fire.

I ran up the stairs, not bothering to look behind me. I was too embarrassed. It was like getting caught masturbating, only worse, because I was wearing pink.

Bella's room wasn't the way I had left it. It was clean. I didn't like it being clean. I threw the covers off the bed and dumped the dirty clothes hamper onto the floor. I kicked the clothes around, my eyes glancing over all the bright colors.

I grabbed a red checkered skirt and brought it to my nose. It didn't smell that bad, I could probably get away with it if I sprayed perfume or air freshener on it. I threw it onto the bed and jogged to the closet.

Emily had organized all the shirts so that it went from lightest to darkest. I went through the darker colors and couldn't find anything that called out to me. Sure, Bella has a couple of cute shirts, but they weren't something that I would wear. She needed more black and less yellow and blue.

I jumped across the bed, grabbing the skirt, and walked across the hall to Alice's room. Even though she was at least a size smaller than Bella was, she probably had a few shirts that I could fit into. Bella was still young. She didn't have a muffin top or anything that would offensive towards the eyes.

"Hi, B." Alice greeted me when I walked into her room. She was standing in front of her bed with her back to me.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "How did you get here so fast?" I asked. I was pretty sure that I saw her downstairs with Edward.

"I walked up the stairs," she said after she turned around. Her eyebrows were furrowed and she frowned at me. She sounded like it was the most obvious thing in the world, which, in her defense, it kind of was. "Here, I figured you might want to borrow this." She handed me a black shirt. "Dale got it for me that time he got arrested for starting a bar fight. I'm pretty sure it still has blood on it."

I smiled at her. Alice always knew how to take care of me. I unfolded the shirt so I could get a better look at it. It was ripped at the collar and there were blood stains covering up the Harley Davidson symbol. The shirt looked amazing.

I pulled off the shirt that Bella had been wearing and replaced it with the shirt that Alice gave me. I pulled down Bella's pajama pants and slipped on the skirt (not before checking to see if she had shaved her legs recently, she had). I looked at myself in the vanity mirror that Alice had on her dresser. My outfit was presentable, but my hair looked like I had just crawled out of bed and I wasn't wearing any makeup.

"Do you have any eye shadow?" I asked opening a drawer that usually held a makeup bag. Alice was famous for being the one with all the good makeup. Bella used to have good makeup too, but Emily threw it all away because I accidently tipped over my black nail polish on her favorite skirt. Okay, I'm not going to lie, it wasn't an accident.

Alice shook her head. "No, I gave it to Marie."

I rolled my eyes as I dumped the contents of her makeup bag onto the dresser. I hated, hated, hated sharing everything with Bella's alters. It was like having a brother or sister, except, you could never tell them to stop because you never got the chance to meet them.

"I'm sorry." Alice apologized, her face dropping. "I can ask her where she put it when she comes back."

"No, it's fine." I lied. "I'll just trace my eyelid with the eyeliner." I held up the black eyeliner I found in her bag.

"Do you want me to help?" Alice asked as she got off her bed.

I nodded as I handed her the pencil and sat where she was sitting. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling fan as she traced the pencil around the bottom of my eyelid.

"Why isn't Bella here?" Alice asked standing in front of me, too short to kneel down. It was common question, so I didn't take it as an attack.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. "I think Edward scared her off." I admitted. "But I'm glad he's here," I added quickly. I was afraid that she would tell Renee and Charlie and then they would kick Edward out.

Alice giggled. "Only because you like him." She switched eyes.

I bit my lip. "Do you think he likes me back?" I asked, hopeful. "I told him I was sixteen, so he wouldn't feel that weird dating a fourteen year old, but I don't think that worked."

"You told him you were sixteen?" Alice pulled the pencil away from my eyes. I looked at her. She was staring at me with a disapproving expression. It reminded me of the time that Renee caught me watching one of Dale's porn tapes.

"Yeah…but in my defense, I look old for my age!" I was hoping that she would get the joke, but her face was still hard and her eyes had narrowed. I sighed. "I'll tell him that I'm not really sixteen." I wasn't going to tell him, I just told her that so I could avoid another speech from her.

I pushed myself off the bed and pulled at my skirt so that it was over my knees. My shirt was too long, so I tied it in my back. I glanced at myself in the mirror. Everything was perfect, except for my hair, which still looked like I had just crawled out of bed.

I grabbed a rubber band from Garfield (Alice keeps all her rubber bands, even though she doesn't wear any because her hair is too short, around the tail of her Garfield alarm clock) and tied my hair into a high ponytail. I turned around so Alice could see me.

"Do you like it?" I asked for her approval.

She nodded as she walked towards me. Her fingers wrapped around the hem of my skirt. "I like it." she pulled down my skirt so it covered my knees. "Now I love it." she smiled at me.

I rolled my eyes. "Thanks Alice." I mumbled as I walked out of her room into the hallway. When I was sure that she couldn't see me. I rolled up the skirt again so it was above my knees.

I ran back down the stairs, my thoughts only on Edward and whether or not he would still be in the kitchen. It usually didn't take people that long to finish eating; I hoped that he chews thoroughly.

"Hi Edward." I greeted him when I reached the bottom step. He was leaning over his notebook with a piece of bacon in his mouth.

He didn't look up at me. "Hi B." he said, jotting down some notes.

I frowned. "How did you know it was me?" I asked, surprised.

Edward shrugged. "None of the other alters usually make an effort to say hi to me."

"I hate how you call me an alter." I slumped forward. "It makes me feel like a figment of someone's imagination." I walked towards the table and sat in the seat next to him. The excitement of Edward being here was starting to disappear. "What are you working on?" I asked as I tried to read what he had written, but his arm had covered the words.

"Just taking some notes." he still didn't look up at me.

"What about?" I pressured. I was hoping that this would lead to a conversation that ended with him confessing his undying love for me.

"Where's Isabella?" he asked, ignoring my question.

I groaned as I rolled my eyes. "She's not here." I said, monotone.

"I noticed that, but why did she leave?" he looked up at me. His beautiful green eyes making me melt. I could feel my body slump even further, but this time it wasn't because I was agitated with him. I was in love.

"Because she got scared." I answered.

Edward furrowed his eyebrows. "Did I scare her away?" His voice held a hint of regret, which made me aggravated. All they cared about was Isabella, Isabella, Isabella. What about B? What does B get?

"Do you like my outfit?" I asked, getting off of my seat and standing up so he could see what I was wearing. "I got the shirt from Alice." I grabbed it so I could look at it better. "It still has blood stains on it from the bar fight that Dale got into."

"Dale got into another bar fight?" Edward asked.

"I don't know. I wasn't there."

"No," Alice said as she walked into the kitchen. I could see her small frame from the corner of my eye. "He didn't get into another bar fight. That's from the first one. The one where you had to spend three hours in the police station trying to convince them that Bella wasn't a lesbian but a victim of MPD."

"I wouldn't say that she's a victim." I snapped at her, offended by her remark. "And you were at the bar fight?" I turned towards Edward. "What was it like? Did Dale kick anyone's ass?"

"Don't use ass, say bottom." Alice corrected me.

"You sound like Renee." I crossed my arms over my chest. "I bet you don't tell any of the other alters not to say ass."

"None of the other alters cuss, besides Dale, but he's older than you are."

I rolled my eyes as I slumped forward and made my way back to my seat next to Edward. I didn't know why Alice was Bella's best friend, I mean, she was cool, but not when she was telling me what to do.

"I wasn't at the bar fight." Edward finally answered my question as he closed his notebook and set it beside another one. "I had to pick Dale up at the police station and explain to the cops how a 110 ten pound girl could cause so much damage."

"I'm 110 pounds?" I screamed slamming my hands onto to the table so I could push myself up. "When the hell did I become 110 pounds?"

"110 pounds is actually under weight for you." Alice tried to calm me down.

"You're not 110 pounds!" I screamed at her. "How is okay that I'm 110 pounds?"

"I'm also four inches shorter than you."

I started to stomp my way towards the stairs. I was 110 ten pounds and they were just acting like it was normal. Underweight my ass! I bet it was all the beer that Dale drinks. I bet he's the reason that we gained so much weight.

"B, where are you going?" Alice called after me.

"I'm going to the bathroom so I can throw up." I screamed at her as I started to climb the stairs. "I can still taste the bacon and eggs that Bella had this morning."

--

Edward sat across me with his notebook in his hand. "How are you doing today, B?" He asked, the tip of his pen tapping against it.

"I'm still 110 pounds." I lamented as I took a large sip of the water that I bought from the corner store that I jogged too.

"110 pounds is actually underweight for someone your size, B." Edward sounded like he had been talking to Alice. "You mentioned that you were going to bathroom to throw up, did you really throw up?" he asked. His concern made my heart swell. Edward actually cared about me.

"No," I shook my head. "Alice stopped me before I could get my fingers down my throat."

"B, why do you feel the need to throw up or excessively exercise after eating? Obviously, you're not overweight; Alice and I have both told you that you're actually underweight. Why do you feel the need to develop an eating disorder?"

"I'm not trying to develop an eating disorder." I pulled my legs onto the chair so I could sit on them. "I just, I don't know, I'm worried."

"What are you worried about?" He asked.

"I'm worried about Bella getting older, because obviously, I'm not changing."

"But I thought that you just turned sixteen…" Edward bit the cap of his pen. I avoided his gaze. I was embarrassed about lying.

"I lied." I admitted. "I'm still fourteen."

"Why did you lie?"

I shrugged. I didn't want to tell him the truth; it was embarrassing to be in love with your psychiatrist, especially when you're stuck in a body that doesn't stop getting older when you're stuck at fourteen.

"You know, I run in the morning." Edward continued when I didn't answer his question. "It's extremely healthy and it can be fun. If you want, maybe we can run together sometime…"

"Really?" I blushed. The thought of running in the morning with Edward seemed like a great idea.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind some company." He smiled at me.

I bit my lip. "Thanks."

"No problem, B."

--

I stood a few inches away from the mirror, completely drowning the cotton ball with makeup remover. I scrubbed my eyes, trying to rid them of the black crap B had put on, but was failing miserably.

"Bella?"

I looked at the reflection to see Alice. "Yeah?"

"Here," she said, holding out her hand. I gave her the bottle and she stood in front of me, gently rubbing away the makeup.

"How bad was she?" I asked. Her movements slowed with my question and I watched in amusement as she tried to compose herself. Even after all these years with me and my alters, Alice still had a hard time answering this question honestly. But I needed to know.

"Not bad at all," she said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "You know how she can be, though."

"Did she say anything to Edward?"

She pursed her lips. "I think they have a running date."

I groaned, hiding my hands with my face. "Next time you see her, tell her to knock it off. I don't want Edward Cullen around, and she's just egging him on."

"Will do," she promised, squeezing my arm gently before tossing the cotton ball in the trash. "Are you okay?" She asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm just a little tired." I pulled the rubber band that was holding my hair up.

"It's good to have you back, Bella." Alice wrapped her arms around my waist. I hugged her back, grateful just to have someone to hold. "Get some sleep and if you can a bite to eat." She told me when she pulled away. "B did a lot of exercising and didn't eat anything, so, you know."

I nodded. B was obsessed with my weight. I wasn't overweight, I was actually underweight (not by much), but she is convinced that I'm going to be obese because of Dale and his eating and drinking habits. I sighed. I was wondering why my stomach was growling so much.

"Thanks, Alice." I smiled at her. I gave her another hug before she walked out of my room, closing the door behind her. I picked up the skirt B had been wearing and chucked it in the hamper, sighing.

She really needed to learn how to clean up after herself. Emily's going to have a field day when she sees this.

End Chapter.

Daddy's Little Cannibal: Thank you for reading it. Hopefully you enjoyed it. I had such a hard time writing B's character, because she's a fourteen year old girl and I spent a lot of time blocking that part of my life out. lol. It's such a difficult time, at least for me, and every other person that I've talked too. I'm not saying that it was difficult for everyone, but I haven't met a girl that didn't agree that fourteen was bad.

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