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A/N- This is my first Sonny with a Chance story so be nice but truthful. I have never had a multiple personality before and even though my dad is going to be a physiologist and deal with these kinds of people, I couldn't exactly ask him much about them since he doesn't know much about them at this point in time either. So if I get anything wrong, please tell me. And no offence to anybody who has it, too. I just liked my idea and my sister thought it was cool and I was working on it.

As for my inspiration, I must be truthful and say that this idea came to me while I was listening to the song 'Brick by Boring Brick' by Paramore. I love Paramore, they're an awesome band, and I could listen to most of their songs for hours on end (I have done that before on my laptop, while on Fan Fiction of course). So I will use the song as a sort of guideline and anthem for this story. It seems to fit the story for me. So if that makes me crazy, at least my dad can treat me! *laughs at my own joke*

Well hear it is. I'll give you the full summary first.

Summary: No one knows anything about Sonny's dad, someone she refuses to talk about with her cast or boyfriend. But when Multiply Personality Week, week where everyone at Condor Studios acts like another person, brings back memories of her father, Sonny must fight her own dark secret; a multiply personality of her very own who wishes nothing more than to take her over, Demi Lovato

SPOV:

Beep, Beep, Beep…

The alarm went off beside me, testing me with its annoying beeping.

Beep, Beep, Beep…

It should shut up about now, if it wanted to live long enough to see next Christmas.

Mercifully that wretched machine followed my silent order and stopped beeping, and I sighed in relief.

I didn't want to get up. Not now, not never.

Well, that wasn't exactly true. I did want to get up, go to work, and see my boyfriend and cast. Just, not for a while. A very long while.

You see, today was the anniversary of something that neither me nor my mom wanted to be reminded of.

Dad.

He was someone that was never mentioned, never talked about. Not even my friends at Condor Studios, Tawni, Nico, Grady, and Zora, ever asked my about him anymore. The same goes for Chad Dylan Cooper, my boyfriend. I loved the guy, but I wasn't going to talk to about dad with Chad.

There was a reason I never talked to people about my father, Rocky 'Hardheaded' Monroe. And it wasn't just because he was dead.

That's what today was, the anniversary of his death. It was a very tragic day in the Monroe household, for everybody. People talked about it for weeks afterword, but then again a death in our small Wisconsin town was big news.

But none of them knew the real story. Nobody on this planet knew what truly happen other than me, my mom Connie, and the few police officers and mental doctors that were assigned to that case.

You see, my dad had…problems.

To the naked eye he seemed normal. My dad was where my sense of humor came from, for when my mom and dad were dating many years ago, she told me she would always joke that Rocky was a natural born comedian. He also had a very stubborn attitude and wouldn't stop til he got what he wanted. That earned him the nickname 'Hardhead' by his many friends. My father was a model to everybody in our town, and everybody loved him. He had the kind of attitude people say I have; the 'I-can-get-along-with-everybody' attitude.

But deep under the surface were things many people didn't know.

My father had a very troubled childhood in his hometown of Chicago. His family was one of those unstable ones that you see on shows like Intervention and such. His mom, my grandma, was a crack addict and loved to drink away her worries. Grandpa was a cruel person who somehow managed to hold a job, which was the only reason grandma stayed with him. He was abusive and I remember from my younger years all the scars I saw on my dad and asked him where he got them. He would simply frown and then say, "You don't need to know Sweetie."

I luckily never met my grandparents on that side, though mom has. She says they are more horrible in person.

But when put in that position, a person doesn't always turn out right. They always have scars, both physical and emotional.

My father is no exception, though I think he turned out better than how he could have ended up.

My father had something called a multiple personality disorder. It is where you have like two different people inside of one mind. Very hard to explain and even harder to understand.

My dad's other personality, who went by the name Lionel Nickel, was my dad's defense mechanism when he was younger. He could escape and Lionel would take over, taking away his pain. It's so easy to let someone else take your pain it should be illegal.

Lionel Nickel was very different from Rocky Monroe. Lionel was silent all the time, nearly mute with his lack of speech, and only spoke in the greatest of anger. Any words that came out would be kind of colorful if he wasn't careful. Another thing about Lionel. While Rocky always cared about safety, Lionel cared nothing about his. That's why he took grandpa's beatings better, pain didn't bother him. He found actual joy, joy, in feeling pain. He would almost beg for more, according to mom.

He noticed things though. My dad was easy to fool and always easy going, never noticing the bad thing in life. Lionel noticed everything, and was very pessimistic. He never let others get the best of him though. He would rather die than have that happen.

That's exactly what happened; my father, along with his other personality, died.

A shudder ran through me as I tried to repress the memory of that day and what it meant to me. Because that day affected me just as much as it affected mom, probably more.

I rose and quickly got ready from work, knowing that I couldn't lie in bed all day; I needed distractions from the sorrow and terror of the memories.

Dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, I was ready to go. I hurried into the kitchen and grabbed a piece of toast for breakfast before giving my mom a goodbye and stepping out the door. I couldn't stomach much more food than this and plus, my mom needed her alone time to grieve; it was best this way.

I couldn't seem to smile when I saw my boyfriend Chad waiting in his fancy sports car for me. It was something was wrong with my face, like the muscles wouldn't work right.

So of course Chad was suspicious when I entered his car without my usual smile on my face. I was the only one he allowed inside it and even though I was usually flattered, today I wished that he wasn't there so that I could walk to work. It would give me some time to compose myself before facing my friends. Sadly, I now had no time to put up a charade so he saw all the pain and sadness on my face for a second, before I managed my expression.

Chad frowned at my expression, before concern consumed his face. I knew that he cared for me deeply, much more than any of his past flighty girlfriends.

It always thrilled me that I was more important to him than anybody else, even his parents who were constantly on vacation with the money Chad earned from Mackenzie Falls. Even though it was a little saddening, it was still nice to know he cared about someone.

"Sonny, are you OK? The world must have ended because you aren't your usual smiley self. What's going on here?" Chad's anxious word comforted me, but didn't make me smile. Something was still wrong with my face.

"I…it's nothing Chad, nothing you can fix anyway. Please, just drop it. I'm going to be in an awful mood today and I don't want to tell you why, so don't ask!" I didn't realize I was yelling at him til I saw his shocked facial expression.

"Sorry," I sighed. "I'm just…not myself today. You can understand that, right?" I looked up at him hopefully.

Chad smiled at me with understanding. "Oh course I can Sonshine, I know what it's like to have a bad day. Though, Chad Dylan Cooper doesn't get those because every day that has him in it is perfect." He grinned cockily and I almost cracked a smile. Chad frowned.

"Hm. I thought my over-confident attitude would at least make you grin. I guess I'm just going to have to try harder to make my lady laugh." Chad told me. He looked determined to see that I smiled. At least he wasn't asking why I wasn't.

We arrived at Condor Studios and exited the car, Chad opening my door for me. We walked hand in hand to Studio Eleven. Nobody looked in our direction anymore; it was all too regular to see us together since we had been dating for two weeks now. My cast had even come to except it. Well mainly just Tawni; Nico and Grady still didn't like Chad, and I couldn't guess what Zora thought, but at least they don't glare at him anymore. That's a plus, right?

As he walked me inside, I noticed he didn't leave to go to his set but just opposite, he went to the cafeteria, dragging me along.

"Chad, were the heck are you going?" I asked, hopelessly confused. What was with him? Was this part of his plan to make me smile?

"Your cast didn't tell you?" He wondered. I shook my head. "Well then, I guess it will be a surprise." He grinned happily and continued forward.

This was weird. I've never seen Chad so hyped up about something before, aside from one of our dates where he plans something unexpected. Which is all of them. It was amusing to see that sometimes the great Chad Dylan Cooper could be as much of a little kid as I can.

We entered to lunchroom and I quickly spotted my cast already seated with two chairs saved. They knew that Chad would be with us. As we made our way over to them I couldn't help but notice that all the shows from this studio were here. So Random!, Mackenzie Falls, Meal or No Meal, Teen Gladiator… All of them were present, along with many others. What was going on today?

"Attention, attention here people! Do you want to get this done or not?" Marshall called, trying to get the attention of everybody. The room immediately quieted down.

"What's going on?" I whispered to Tawni Hart, my best friend from So Random!

"Announcing the rules for this year's Multiple Personality Week." Tawni responded in a high voice, meaning she was excited. She clapped her perfect hands together in anticipation.

I, on the other hand, froze like someone had shocked me with electricity.

No!

There was no way, no way! How, how could this happen? And on today of all days!

Horrible distress came over me, making me fidget and tremble. I don't think I could do this, not when I was trying to forget.

"Sonshine, are you OK?" Chad's anxious voice made me focus on reality again, and I focused to see that everybody at the table was giving me worried looks.

"Yeah Sonny; you're usually all into this kind of group activities. What are you so nervous about?" Nico said.

"It's NOTHING!" I all but snarled back, making everyone within two tables jump in shock and lean away from me. My cast mates eyes were wide as they looked at me. I knew why.

I had never so much as yelled at them, let alone growled at them, for anything. Even when I was so mad at them that I could just hit something, I never tried to openly express it.

Come on, you know you liked the fear in their eyes when they looked at you Sonny. How could you not?

Oh dear God. No! No! How, how could this happen? She was supposed to be gone!

It's just all the conquencidences. Our father's death, his condition, what happened afterword, this Multiple Personality Week crap. All of it adds together to equals me.

I could almost see her cruel smile as she said this.

You know you were trying not to think about me Sonshine. That's what that little blondie boyfriend of your calls you, right?

Her cruel laughter filled my head and I gripped my skull for dear life.

Shut up Demi, I growled back, hating what she did to me. She made me like her, always angry and harsh with people.

Demi was cheerful in my head, happy that she was awake again. She saw this as one small victory in a war for control.

Control of me.

Demi Lovato was like Lionel Nickel. Another personality, completely different from the original.

She first showed up in my head after my dad died. I was ten at the time, and didn't fully understand what happened to my dad when he acted weird, which was only once or twice from my memory. He was my best friend in the world, tied with Lucy, so when he died I took it hard, harder than my mother.

I remember all I wanted to do was find a way to go away from here, to escape reality and not have to deal with it. Next thing I knew there was a little voice in my head telling me that all I had to do was let her have control and I'd never have to deal with life ever again.

I woke up about four days later in a hospital. The doctors told me that I had attacked some girl five years older than me with my father's pipe wrench, effectively breaking her arm in two places, bruising her stomach tremendously, and damaging her nose to where she had to get plastic surgery to fix it. Her older brother caught me before I could hurt her anymore and had proceeded to punch me in the stomach til I couldn't breathe. Or rather, til Demi couldn't breathe.

That was when they said I had the same thing dad had. Mom didn't know it was genetic, but according to them it wasn't; it was the stress and grief that caused my mind to rebel.

It happened several more times in the hospital before I managed to stop her with my own will power. Two years of counseling before she was really gone for good. At least, I had hoped.

You're hope was wasted Sonshine. I'm in your mind; you can't just forget me like some childhood toy. I'm permanent. And I plan on sticking around til you're the one who disappears. Her voice was full of venom and anger as always. It killed me to think someone so cruel was inside my head.

Suddenly my body was shaking, like an earthquake. I focused on reality and realized it was just Chad shaking me. I blinked.

"Sonny?" His voice made me forget about Demi for a minute and focus on the world around me.

I bowed my head in remorse. "Sorry for snapping at you guys," I muttered, feeling horrible. "I'm just…having a really bad day and I don't want any comfort." I looked at Nico to see if I was forgiven.

"No Sonny, it's cool. We're just all worried about you, you know? You haven't smiled since you got here." Nico looked worried at this, along with everybody else.

"Aw, thanks for caring you guys." I cracked the tiniest smile while reaching over to give Nico a hug. They were the best friends I could ever ask for.

Idiots. How could you associate yourself with such weak people? They wouldn't last five minutes with me; I would have tore their lovey-dovey little hearts out and eaten them for breakfast by now. Such tenderhearted fools like yourself. Demi spat, laughing at her own cruel words.

I ignored her as Chad's voice whispered into my ear. "Pay attention so you can hear all the rules for what's gonna happen this week. It'll be so fun." Chad was giddy again, and Demi snorted in my head, thinking cruel thoughts about how fun it would be to cut all of Chad's hair off with rusted scissors. Maybe 'accidentally' cutting his ears in the process. I cringed from her thoughts.

"For those of you who were here last year and did this, the rules are the same. But for some of you who are newer to Condor Studios, I will have to explain the rules to you.

"Multiple Personality Week is pretty simple. Everybody makes up their own other personality, someone completely different from who they truly are. Today is Day 1, and your only objective for today is to create your other person and try them out. You may go and get supplies such as clothes, accessories, and anything else you want.

"The rules are pretty simple. 1. When filming you are not allowed to have you other personality mess with your acting. While acting you must be your usual selves but the second that's done you must go back into character.

"2. The more you act like somebody else the better off you are. Me, Mr. Condor, and all the other directors will be keeping an eye out for who is keeping up the act the best. You all will also be required to sleep in you dressing rooms so that we can keep up the character the longest we can. Any time that you act like yourselves or 'out-of-character' it will be counted against you.

"This is not only for fun but for a competition and there will be awards. Last year's winning show, I might add, was Mackenzie Falls thanks to Mr. Chad Dylan Cooper." Marshall pointed at Chad, who was beaming.

"Told you I was the greatest tween actor of our generation." He whispered.

"So that's where he got that from." I muttered, glad that finally have that make sense, thought that wasn't the real problem at this moment.

God, such an annoying little child. I don't know how you date that idiot. His ego is the size of a blimp. Demi said inside my head, reminding me of her presence.

You know, you should let me take over for a while. Again I could vision in my head the cruel smile that she would have on my face as she suggested this. I'm the complete opposite of you; you are weak, caring, forgiving, and altogether puke-inducing while I am strong, uncaring of others, don't let anything go, and doesn't act like life is one big Hallmark movie. It would be perfect!

You know that reminding me of all the reasons why I don't want you in control of my body besides the fact that it's my body, isn't going to help your argument.

Demi snarled in frustration; she was very animalistic. I WILL take you over again Sonny. You can't keep me locked away forever. I'm a bigger part of you than you realize and you underestimating me will just give me all the more chances.

"So," Marshall said. "Get to work on your new personalities. There will be no filming today." Several cheers went up from everybody in my cast, along with many other casts, as everybody scrambled out the door and went to get their supplies.

"Remember! No copying what you did last year!" Marshall yelled over the chatter.

I bolted for the door as soon as the speech was over. I needed to leave immediately, but not because I needed supplies. I needed to call my mom.

I ignored Chad's pleas for me to wait as I ran for the door, being one of the first in the crowd of tweens to exit the lunchroom.

I made a mad dash for my dressing room and as soon as I was inside I locked every door that went in and out of the room.

Whipping out my cell phone, I pressed the speed dial button.

"Pick up mom, please! This is important!" I begged the phone.

"Dang it!" I hissed, refusing to cuss. She didn't pick up. I tried the home phone number with the same result.

I unlocked the doors and dashed out into the hall. Somebody walking away from the studio wouldn't be suspicious since half the kids were going to the store or home to get supplies.

That was when I heard it around the corner. Somebody kissing.

Oh great, the hormones of these idiotic star kids these days. Leave a famous boy and a famous girl alone in room for one hour and you'll be having a baby on the way in no time. Demi snorted, disgusted.

I had to admit that I kind of agreed with her, but me and Chad would sometimes make-out too, so I really couldn't be too hypocritical.

I didn't want to be rude and ruin whoever's moment it was, but I needed to leave so I could ask my mom for advice.

I say just jump in there, pat the guy on the back, and say 'Nice job on the vacuum impression. Now get a lousy room already!' That should give them quite a shock.

I made a disgusted face at Demi's suggestion and decided to take just a tiny peak at who was having a little too much fun.

Huh. Who knew blimphead was such a hot commodity. I wouldn't such that loser's face off if I was payed to do it. But apparently she would. Ha! And you would too!

The site before me made me freeze in horror, and Demi's words were no help. Chad was pinned up to the wall, not really moving as Portlyn literally sucked Chad's face off as they kissed.

My reaction was instantaneous.

I shot forward, right pass Portlyn and that horrible traitor Chad as tears ran down my cheeks. They immediately broke apart. As just I was turning the corner I heard Chad yell "Sonny!"

I ignored the horrible sound of his voice and kept on running down hallways whether I recognized them or not, I only thought escape.

I eventually turned onto a dark hallway and dashed down it til I found the door to supply closet. Wrenching it open with all my strength and fled inside, slamming the rickety door shut behind me.

I them allowed myself to collapse onto the ground as I fell apart. My body slumped against the cold tile floor but I didn't care, I was already broken.

Every part of my body broke into a million pieces as that image of Chad and Portlyn kissing filled my head.

Why? I screamed the question to myself. Why did he do this?

Because he's an idiot Sonny, just like you! As if anybody truly cared about you. You mom doesn't care enough to help you, your boyfriend doesn't care enough to stay loyal to you, and your friends don't care enough to find you! What a disgrace! Demi's cruel words just made everything all the more real to me, and I knew I couldn't take it anymore.

I needed escape. Today was already horrible enough with Demi and my dad's death, but all of this added on was too much. I just wanted reality to leave me, so that I could be happy for a minute.

As these thoughts raced through my mind, I felt something happen to my body. It was as if someone was flicking off the switches that let me control my body. Slowly, darkness fell over me and all I could think was…

Not again.

Good? Not good? I need answers people! And reviews too, if you would be so kind. Rewards will be given in digital form! Meaning COOKIES!

Also, different personality ideas are welcome for anybody who has them for the other characters. Chad will be Sterling Knight! Any ideas are welcome. If I like yours and pick it you will be mentioned!

~Sweevil Out!