So, right now, I'm still in the recovery stage. Last night I lost time while with my old friend, David, from 8th grade (he calls me by my 8th grade nickname, Kyra). We were hanging out, watching movies, and I was cuddled up next to him (we're cuddle buddies, but he understands I have a boyfriend). After a bit, he said, "Kyra, we can't keep doing this." (Prepare for a bit of dialogue). I looked at him, "Doing what?" He said, "This. We can't keep doing this, it's...it's too hard on me. We have to act like we're just friends because that's what we are." I started to feel fuzzy, and the world actually started to blur. "Can't friends cuddle?" I asked. He sighed, "They can, but Kyra, I don't want anything to happen...I don't want to mess anything up for you and this-" he pointed to us being so close- "this isn't making it easy for me. I'm sorry..."
(Let me take the time to explain that we've both realized we have romantic feelings for each other left over from 8th grade, and we've even kissed. But we both know that we can't take it further, so we've tried to ignore our feelings and just be friends because neither of us want to leave the other completely. So far, it's worked aside from weak moments where he'll tell me stuff like "You don't have to say it back, but I love you").
I started to feel more detached, and started to shake a bit. "I'm sorry," I managed to say, "I don't mean to torture you." He took my hand in his, "I torture myself, don't be sorry. I tried, but it's impossible for me to not love you. Please understand. I wish you were mine, but you're not, and I won't have you influenced by me. I have nothing against you and Mike. Mike's a really lucky guy, and wish you two the best of luck together. I don't want to come between you two, but it's hard for me to keep my distance when we're so close. If you need me to, I'll hold you. If you need me to, I'll hug you. But that's all I can give to you. I hope you understand."
That's when I started to really shake, and I felt my eyes roll back a bit. Everything sounded really far away, and my vision was really blurry. I could barely hear what David was saying. He was saying stuff like, "Kyra? Kyra, are you ok? No no no, babygirl, c'mon, stay with me. Hold my hand. Look at me, open your eyes. C'mon, stay here." (He knows about my DID, but has only seen me consciously switch once and it wasn't anything close to this. I've never been like this before). I tried to fight it, I kept feeling like I was fighting to stay awake. I was shaking, my eyes were rolling back/closing against my will, I was breathing fast, and I felt so detached from everything around me. I couldn't fight it, and so my memory stops there.
This is all from what David told me. Apparently, I went limp and stopped breathing for a bit. Then suddenly, like someone surfacing from being under water, I opened my eyes and gasped for breath, looking around. I had switched.
He talked with her. This is her reality: Her name is Kyra. She knew it was 2011, and she's 20 years old, just like me. She doesn't own or drive a car, she owns a 2009 Honda Rebel motorcycle (I've never touched a motorcycle). She bounces between staying at my dad's (our old place), staying with David/ "couch hopping", and staying at the Joyce hotel (a cheap downtown hotel). She works the graveyard shift at AMPM. And she and David have been dating for almost a year.
He told me he was scared and tried to act normal, but she kept asking him what was wrong. He kept trying to tell her that she doesn't have a bike and isn't dating him, that she's dating Mike. She said she didn't even know a Mike. Finally, she told him to prove it by showing her the car she supposedly drove. So he took her outside to my car. Upon seeing the car, she immediately "fainted", and would've fallen to the ground if David hadn't been there. When I "woke up", he was trying to hold me up because I was dead weight in his arms. I stood up and he asked me my name, I told him it was Cassandra. He asked me what name he calls me by, I said Kyra. He asked me who I was dating, I said Mike. He asked me where my car was and I pointed at it. Then he bear-hugged me and almost cried in relief. He said he was scared that I wasn't going to "come back" and that I was going to try and stay at his house and not go back home to Mike. I felt horrible. I hate being a burden to people, especially if they have to deal with trying to help a confused alter if I lose time. We talked about it for a while, and he blames himself because he thinks he's the trigger. I think he is to a certain degree, but I hate that he blames himself and I hate that I put him through that. I also have no idea what to do about this...
How to you tell someone that everything they think is real is a lie? Apparently Kyra's been living a completely different life in her/my mind, since there's no evidence of me actually having a motorcycle or a job at AMPM (I checked just in case I was living a "double life"). Mike and I have come up with plans and ideas on how to help Rebel, but she only thinks it's still the year 2009, she hasn't "lived" a completely different life. What I'm especially worried about is having to tell Kyra that she's not dating David. I may like him as more than a friend, but I think my deeper romantic feelings for him are stemming from her, and I don't know how she'll react to the reality of the fact that they're not together. I have no idea where she is now, I can't sense her presence, and I have no idea when/if she'll be out again. I have no idea what to do, and I'm scared of what she'll try to do if she's out again (leaving home, staying at David's, rejecting Mike, etc). It doesn't help that Kat's been wanting to be single, and L.C. has romantic feelings for David as well (she's from the 8th grade time period and liked him then, and she still likes him). I feel very torn, and at a loss of how to handle this...
I've also been wondering what made Kyra "live" a completely different life and be in the present year of 2011, and what made Rebel simply "skip" over time so that she still thinks it's 2009? Is it common for alters to "make up" their own life and for them to believe it's reality?

I'm sorry this was so long, I'm still very jumbled and didn't want to leave out any details that might make the story more confusing than it is. My head is once again in chaos and hurts a lot...