Fooling Myself

Author’s Note: Sorry for the delay. Stories should be coming regularly soon. I have exams this week and I was concentrating all of my creative energies on a project. Enjoy the chapter!

I took the chair facing away from the mirror, purposefully taking his seat. I, once again looked defiantly into his eyes, but he only smiled and sat across from me.

Angela if the waking self. What goes on during her absence, she knows nothing about. But don’t get it wrong, some of the other personalities suffer from this as well, just not as unaware as the waking self. Justin and the older Kim have interrupted memory. Most of what they remember is what they’ve done or who they were with when that personality was doing something.

Although difficult, for someone faking like me, multiple personalities can be present in the body at once. Think of it as a cross between talking to yourself and having an imaginary friend.

“So,” the detective interrupted my thoughts. I looked up at him and when he had my attention, he continued, “Officer Adams tells me that you ran…again. This is your second resisting arrest charge. Don’t you remember what happened last time?”

I narrowed my eyes. Kim remembers very well being in that cell for a day or so. Angela and Drake served most of the time spent in jail, but it was Kim who was infuriated. Everyone almost got a longer sentence because of her. Yelling at the cops, giving them the finger, and refusing to eat were just a few acts of rebellion Kim used. Luckily, Kim would quickly leave and I would get out on-time.

“Bars. Stupid fucking locked doors. Keeping me out.” I said, the anger building up in my voice with every word. My fingers clutched the coffee mug with strength that whitened my knuckles.

Burrows was confused, I could tell. His eyes squinted just after I had said it, but he quickly hid it and asked, “Don’t you mean ‘in‘?”

Kim’s eyes suddenly widen as if she had made a mistake. I, too, hide the expression quickly with a blank look and reply, “Right, I thought that’s what I said.”

Kim’s anger starts to diminish as she looks down into her coffee. Without realizing it, I’ve drunk nearly the whole cup. I put it aside and fold my hands, waiting patiently for his next question.

He sighed and looked me straight in the eye. I knew what was coming. I could barely keep my excitement in check. A twitch was coming to his eye with the memory of the last time he asked this up-coming question. I allowed myself a smirk. This guy was going to have a serious flashback.

“Why did you break the window?” The question hung in the air for a second, but only a second. Burrows had, knowingly, opened a can of worms.

My smirk died and Kim rolled her eyes. “I didn’t break the stupid window.” That was it. That’s all it took to make Burrows close his eyes and take a deep breath. The nice cop was gone, replaced by an annoyed, over-worked detective.

“The two policemen that brought you in saw you do it. You can’t deny it. I just want to know why you’ve been breakin’ these fuckin’ windows.” The detective said. He was angry. At me, at life, and, most likely, his ex-wife. The tan line on his wedding finger was a dead give-away. Assuming the skin under the ring was very pale, I’d say two months ago. Fading, but still noticeable. Neat hair and trimmed fingernails, he was preparing himself for the dating scene again.

“They didn’t see me break shit.” Kim snarled, “Justin broke the window and took off.”

“That’s what you said last time, Miss Dwight.” At the name, Kim sighed. Everyone called her this. Kim knew of Angela. It was hard not to notice another person’s driver’s license or credit cards. Even the mail that came daily wasn’t truly for her. After awhile, Kim just shrugged and accepted the name to get herself around. She even once tried to sign for a black jaguar, but was stopped just in time by Drake. Kim hated Drake.

“But, from what the officers told me, you claimed to be Justin when the picked you up.” He was speaking slowly, as if I were dumb. Kim hates this.

Fury overtook Kim again as she yelled, “I’m not fucking stupid!” Kim pound her fists against the table while she continued, “I’m not! I’m not! Don’t say it! Don’t say it!” I then snatched the mug and, with all my might, I turned and threw it at the mirror.

It shattered. Glass bounced from the ground and glittered my shoes. Two policemen came rushing in and grabbed hold of me. I screamed and struggled, but they held me in an iron tight grip.

Before they were able to pull me out of the room, I saw who was behind the trick mirror. The two officers that brought me in and one man in a suit. He was youngish looking, probably late thirties. Light brown hair and the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen. I couldn’t remember his face or even the color of the suit. All that stuck into my memory was the man’s burning blue eyes. And, God, did they burn.