an update the sO soon? Impossible!
six hours in a car does wonders for writing. :)
Blood.
Why did I ever make that elixir?
I am filled with emmense pain. And I am forced into an upright position, screaming and terrified.
And if each, I told myself, could be housed in a separate identity, he would be unjust and walk in his crooked path.
I mauled the unresisting body-
I stomped on the young girl-
I tore the man apart-
I bit into the feline's flesh-
With each drink, a small pleasure filled me. I was free to live in the shadows, and by day I was Jackson Jekyll, by night I was Holt Hyde.
I was always so restricted, growing up. But as Hyde- I was free to do as I pleased.
I would plunder heaven blind, and steal from all the gods!
And all the while, I was sold a slave to my original evil.
"Has Holt Hyde killed?"
"Holt has done every evil a man can do. And my curse- I must take the downfall with him."
I feel a small tremor in my body.
So ends the life of Jackson Jekyll.
And these are the last words of Jackson Jekyll.
"Goodbye, Good."
I woke up, in a cold sweat and panting.
Nightmares like these were common. They were always different though- always got the same idea across, and they always ended the same.
I feel a small tremor in my body.
So ends the life of Jackson Jekyll.
And these are the last words of Jackson Jekyll.
"Goodbye, Good."
"Goodbye, Good."
That was what always got me.
Saying goodbye- the end- the farewell of any good in me.
That is a fear of mine.
I put on my glasses, and got up. I checked our iCoffin, and saw that it was 9:03 AM. Mom would be at work.
NEW MESSAGE FROM: FRANKIE "FINE" STIEN
- Hey Jackson, everything ok? :/ It's not like you not to come to school. . .
I didn't plan on going to school. Not for two days, at least. Mom had already called us in sick.
Putting on Holt's shirt and jeans, then my yellow shirt and jeans, I walked downstairs, not saying a word to either of my parents, and looked around outside.
No one was there.
No cars.
Am I too afraid to even get the mail?
I walked quickly outside checking the area outside my fence before going out of it.
No one.
I walked to the mailbox, and opened it, looking at the letters inside.
"Bill- Bill- Bill- Advertisement- Timeshare- Fake Key to a Car- Letter- Bill- Frightflix- Newspaper- oh-"
A party?!
You have been invited to-
Clawd Wolf's Birthday!
For:
Holt Hyde
Oh.
Well, that figures.
He had these like, seven times a year.
It was always Holt that got invited to parties, not me! Why did I never get an invite?!
Jackson. Stop. I told myself.
I can't fight with Holt! Not now!
I pulled out the iCoffin, sending The Other You a message that we got an invite.
I looked up, and down the left side of the street, and I jumped out of my skin.
There, in the distance, was a man in a suit. Standing there. And I'm sure he was watching. I couldn't tell behind his glasses.
I took the mail, walking back through the gate, forcing myself to act like I hadn't seen him.
When I was inside, I let out and big breath, and locked the door. I leaned back, letting my back slide against the door until I was sitting on the floor, my back against the door.
I pulled out the iCoffin.
NEW MESSAGE TO: THE OTHER YOU
-Holt, there was one outside. He was watching me get the mail.
I opened up Notes.
They saw me get the mail. . . .
I'm doomed!
I don't want to die!
I don't want this!
I took the mail, setting it all down on the kitchen table, taking out the car advertisement and ripping the key off, before putting the remainder in the trash.
I heard Dad turn on the TV in the room, and for whatever reason, it wasn't on mute, and I heard the Top 10 Country Music Videos of the Week play.
Next I knew, I was in my room, and it was wrecked. My sheets were on the floor, my pillow thrown to the other side of the room. The yin yang picture was thrown on the door, and the dresser was on its face.
After searching around and straightening everything back up, I check the iCoffin.
4 NEW MESSAGES FROM: THE OTHER YOU
- Jack! This is bad! Real bad man!
- THEY KNOW WHERE WE LIVE NOW THEY KNOW WHAT YYOU WARE & WHT U LOOK LIKE
-U SHOULDA HAD MOM GET THE MAIL
- I TOLD U NOT 2 GOOUYSIDE
Oh.
Ohhh inferno
No!
I had screwed up! Things were going to get worse and It was my all my fault!
I had-
Bing.
NEW MESSAGE FROM: FRANKIE "FINE" STIEN
- Oh, and there's a few new ghouls and guys at school. I've made friends with one of them. His name's Neighthan Rot
Neighthan Rot?
Bing.
NEW MESSAGE FROM: HEATH
- Jackson! There's some new zombie unicorn guy at school! And he's totally crushing on Frankie!
I stared at the message.
For a brief moment, I thought about Frankie's relationships.
AGAIN? FREAKING AGAIN?
That had to be the fourth or fifth guy!
NEW MESSAGE TO: THE OTHER YOU
- Check Heath's message.
And I turned on some music.
. . . . .
8 NEW MESSAGES FROM: THE OTHER YOU
- Frankie. . . . Frankie can wait. We need to make plan. We need to handle Us first. We're in danger. Dad's in danger. And Mom's in danger.
- Frankie is not important right now.
- We just need to make sure she doesn't get involved.
We can't put her or any of our friends in danger.
- I might have to go to party, to avoid suspicion from everyone. But that would also put us at risk. They would figure out who I am, who are friends are, they would find out a lot about Us.
- I don't know.
- This isn't a time to DJ. I don't even want to right now.
- Your Call.
- Go to the Party, or Not?
Woah.
I did not expect that from Holt. I knew Holt cared a lot about Frankie. Probably even more than me.
There was one more thing we both agreed on now, out of few things:
We shared the same body.
We both had the same parents and heritage.
Neither of us wanted to die.
We both cared about Frankie.
And right now, Frankie wasn't important.
Holt Hyde had changed.
I typed a reply, and sent it to The Other You.
