Adam stood in front of the mirror, drying his face and hair with a small washcloth as Eli tossed in a black shirt and a pair of jeans, "Here, wear this while yours dry."

"Thanks."

Eli pulled the door closed. He gasped when he turned around to his mom standing right behind him, "Please don't do that." he said putting his hand on his chest.

"Who was that?"

"Crap" "Who was who?"

His mom gently pushed him aside opening the door, Adam was just about to take off his shirt. He smiled nervously, "Hi Mrs. Goldsworthy…"

"Hello…Adam." She replied smiling. She closed the door and turned around to Eli.

"I was going to tell you-"

"Why is your friend in my bathroom…putting on your clothes?"

Eli shrugged, "Because…he was soaked and he can't change any where else."

She put her hands on her hips "Don't be funny."

Eli sighed, "He's having really bad family problems at home and…I told him he could crash here until he works things out."

"Eli-"

"Mom, he's got no where else to go."

She closed her eyes sighing…Eli just looked at her…he knew that look. It was when she was thinking of a way of saying no without seeming mean. He was hoping it was one of those situations where she couldn't think of anything nice except 'yes'. She opened her eyes.

"Ok…ok. Only for a little while."

Eli sighed relieved that he wouldn't have to beg "Thank you."

Later on in the night Eli set up pillows on the couch downstairs and he brought out a thick blanket from the laundry room. He walked upstairs back to his room.

"Don't worry the couch is more comfy than it looks, just ask my dad. He's fallen asleep on it many-"

Adam was asleep on his bed. Wrapped under the sheets and everything. One arm tucked under the pillow the other dangling off the bed. He laid peacefully and undisturbed. Eli was thinking of waking him up but…c'mon a guy gets kicked out of his own house by his family and doesn't even get to sleep on a bed? Instead, he walked back downstairs.

"Thank god that couch is comfy…"

Soon enough it was about one in the morning. Adam began to stir in his sleep and moan a little. He shifted from his side, to flat on his back. He blinked his eyes, seeing nothing but the pitch black darkness. He turned his head and again, saw nothing but the wall of Eli's room and the door slightly open. He turned back over to his side facing the wall, happy that he could sleep peacefully for one night. Then he felt something wet drip on his cheek and run down his face. He opened his eyes again. Another drop. He reached with his finger on the liquid and looked at it. It was dark…it wasn't water…so what the hell was it? He looked closer. Blood?

He wiped it off on the pillow before turning on his back again…above him he saw Leslie…Blood dripping from her hairline down her face, a frightened look on her face…as Adam's. He then turned to look toward the door, the girl, laying right next to him.

X-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-X

Adam leapt up from the pillow, gasping for breath and looking around the room frantically. He touched his cheek, no wet spot…no blood. He took a few more breaths before he finally calmed down. He flipped the pillow over to lay on the cooler side, sighing one last time before falling back down. He closed his eyes.

"Bad dream…Ok. Stupid…nightmare."

He opened them to position his pillow but then he noticed something weird. He saw something leaning against the wall, or sitting. It was TINY. He just wasn't sure what it was. He could hear a car from outside pass by. And as the headlights gleamed in through the window. He saw…a teddy bear.

His eyes widened and he felt more awake than ever. He tried to turn to his side, he curled up one of his legs and then that's when it happened. His right leg, caused him excruciating, unbearable pain. Adam cringed; tightly closing his eyes and gritting his teeth. Death could've hurt less. He straightened his leg out, laying flat on his back. The less he moved, the less it hurt. His other leg caused him pain even worse than the first. He struggled trying not to cry at the indescribable, dreadful pain. It spread through out his entire body, including the headache, which was the worst of it all. A single tear escaped his right eye as he twitched and winced and cringed. He was in too much pain to even try to call for help. Suddenly he couldn't move. It was so dark he couldn't tell if his eyes were closed or not. He couldn't move his arms or hands, nor his legs or feet. He tried opening his mouth but he felt as if a hand covered it and that the bed was swallowing him up. He tried to break free, tried to make a single motion but couldn't. Above him, the little girl, bright blue eyes, gently crawled on top of his body. He knew he was awake because his pain grew worse and worse the closer she got to his face. He shut his eyes tightly.

Eli was sleeping on the couch completely undisturbed. He had left the TV on and the remote, flat on the floor beneath his hand, dangling off the couch. He inhaled through his nose before blinking and sitting upright a little. He had a tendency to wake up in the middle of the night. Whenever he was asleep he always knew that he forgot to do something and his body would wake him up until he fixed whatever it was. In this case, it was to turn off the television. Drowsy and rubbing his eyes, he reached down for the remote and switched off the TV. When he did, he looked over at the bottom of the staircase. He jumped a little, a soft gasp escaped when he saw Adam standing there. He laughed a little.

"God, you scared me what are you doing?" He whispered.

Adam stared at him, with a dark and cold expression. What was he looking at?

"Adam?"

Adam suddenly moved, he walked slowly to the front door, staring at Eli the entire time until he was finally out the door. Eli sat there, confused beyond belief. He stood up rushing to the front door which Adam left open.

"Adam!"

When he got there, Adam had vanished. No where in sight. Eli looked all around the front yard and down both sides of the street…no where.

"Shit!"

Adam was miles away from Eli's neighborhood. He was sitting behind an old, abandoned building, confused and afraid. He had no idea where he was nor how he got there. He decided he'd try to figure out where he was. He looked around him, nothing but an empty dumpster, a led pipe and a few bullet shells laying around.

"Well a fights certainly happened around here…"

He just wanted to go anywhere. Anywhere that had a bed, with warm blankets and a cushiony pillow. He curled up…something still didn't feel right inside of him…he didn't know why but…he wanted to go back to his house and…sit in the attic. Hell, his parents would kick him out upon sight. He raised his head when he heard a whine from next to him…a puppy laid there…he didn't notice it when he got there. A golden retriever. Adam was tempted to lay down with it…but that puppy was free unlike him. Maybe…lost. Adam had always wanted a puppy but his father was allergic. He stared at it and the puppy stared back…gazing into his eyes. What was it doing Adam wondered. Why was it looking at him like…like that? Crap, what if it was staring into his soul…what if it was reading everything about him?

Watching him…

Looking into all of his darkest secrets?

Watching Him…

Attacking him with its power that was sure to kill him?

Watching Him…

…

WATCHING HIM!

He grabbed the led pipe and let out an frantic grunt with every forceful, angry blow destroying the demon that was about to reap his mind. He smashed and smashed, letting out all of his fear and hatred. After three more hits he hefted the body and dropped it into the dumpster, before dropping to his knees and breathing heavily. Loosing all of his energy.

It wasn't watching him anymore…no.

Nothing could watch him…not anymore. Not now.

Back at the Torres home, they all slept uneasily…Drew especially. In his bed, he mumbled and twitched…all of his guilt…he let them take his brother to live the rest of his life cold and miserable. He was his brothers only chance and he blew it away. He could've stopped it but he didn't.

"Adam!"

Drew sat up in his bed, nothing in sight besides the rest of his room. He tussled his hair. "Christ…"

He turned on his lamp and there he was…

Drew had no idea what fear (nor wetting his pants) felt like…but now he did. His voice, high and cracky…"Adam?"

-xXx-

It was eleven in the morning and Eli was still asleep on the couch. The house phone woke him up. He inhaled through his nose before forcing himself to sit up. By the time he was standing his mom had grabbed the phone.

"Hello?"

Eli rubbed his eyes and yawned.

"Yes…let me see if-oh! Yes he's awake. Hold on, Eli!"

He walked into the kitchen where she was. He still wasn't awake.

"Yeah?"

"A friend of yours he says he needs to talk to you." She said kindly. She handed him the phone. He leaned against the counter, trying to wake up. "Hello?"

The voice on the other end was incredibly shaky and pitchy…it was definitely a male voice.

"Eli?"

It was Drew. He suddenly woke up.

"Drew?"

"…Adam came home…last night."

"…"

"I think you should come see him."

"Uh, I…"

"Eli…p-please."

Drew…begging someone for help?

"Ok. I'll be there in five."

Eli drove rapidly down the streets, not speeding but trying to get where he needed to as quickly as possible. When he pulled up to there new house, he just sat in his car…staring at it. He looked up at the very top window. The little piece of the house above that right before the roof was most likely the attic. He didn't look forward to walking inside. He thought of just sitting there and thinking of an excuse not to go inside. Unfortunately, Drew walked outside. He looked pale and his hands shaking. He stared at Eli through the windshield and he no longer had a choice. When he walked inside, all he saw was a normal house. He looked to his right, Adam and Drew's parents on the couch holding each other. Not saying a word.

Eli gulped before looking back at Drew who looked helpless beyond all means. His lips were quivering, he uttered out, "He's upstairs." Eli looked at the top of the staircase. He figured he was going to have to do this on his own. He grabbed the rails and step by step, walked up. He could hear heavy breaths the farther he got up. He wasn't sure if they were his or Drew's from downstairs.

He found out it was neither.

In Adam's room, there were heavy, uneven breaths. He dreaded opening the door. He touched the knob but suddenly flinched away, like it was a hot eye on a frying pan. He counted to three…at least eight times in his head before he finally turned the knob and pushed inward.

It took all of Eli's strength not to look horrified.

That…thing in the corner was not Adam.

Sure, it looked like him…with his face…his clothes…his hair and everything else. It's skin was white as snow. It looked up at him with crystal blue eyes and a smile…or at least one could call it a smile.

Eli stood frozen. Not sure what to say…he should probably back out of the room and dart out of the house. He ended up saying hello to it and it stood up. "Adam" didn't respond, it just stared at him with a hateful expression.

"Adam?"

"Why are you here?" it asked…darkly.

"I want to talk to Adam."

It breathed in, "He's not here right now."

Eli remained frozen, "Well…if I tell you will you tell him for me?"

It smiled darkly. "Talk."

Eli opened his mouth. The only thing that seemed mobile at the moment. "Adam…" His voice continuously cracked, "I-if-If you can hear me…I…don't know exactly what happened. But…I'll get you out…I'll-"

'Adam' looked at him even more darkly and angrily.

"I'll save you-" Eli saw the cold look in 'Adam's' facial expression. Suddenly, the ice around his legs thawed and he bolted out of the room, darting out into his car.

He rushed out of the driveway and onto the road. He speeded all the way to Clare's house, the only person who had a solution to EVERYTHING. He knocked rapidly and paced back and forth until she finally answered. He didn't even bother to greet her and immediately went to talking as he rushed into her house.

"Adam…is…isn't Adam! He got kicked out of his house ran back-"

"Eli what are you talking about?"

"And now he's this…thing that makes us think its Adam but its not!"

"Eli slow down!"

"It mimicked his voice and looked just like him-"

"ELI!"

He suddenly stopped, panting and legs shaking. He sat down on her couch. She sat on the coffee table in front of him.

"What happened?"

He exhaled, his face in his palm. He felt lightheaded after all the panting and pacing he'd done. After a good five minutes he explained everything to Clare, who was confused as all hell.

Eli finally came to the end, "It seems to me like…something's…got a hold of him…like, I don't know maybe a-"

"He's possessed?"

Eli looked at Clare, who couldn't look more worried.

"I don't think possessed Clare but, maybe-"

"It's a possession!" she interrupted. She stood up and ran over to a pile of books before rummaging through them.

"Clare I don't think-"

"And I was about to throw this out!" she mumbled to herself before prying a thick book from the very bottom of the pile. She walked back over and flipped through the pages.

"Clare…"

"Eli look!" she threw the book in his lap.

It was a page all about possession.

"I read it when I was in 7th grade but I thought it was a load of crap…but now I think its not." she repeatedly tapped her finger on the third paragraph. "Read this out loud!"

"When a spirit or soul dies with deep hatred, the spirit may remain in the place of death until it finds a new body with an aura strong enough-Clare this is ridiculous"

"No! Just keep reading!"

"A new body with an aura strong enough, it can take over and or possess this body and can walk freely on earth again…until its revenge is taken."

Clare nodded.

He put the book down, "Clare…I know your trying to help but I don't think this is-"

"It makes sense though with everyone you just told me! And-the house, the attic it all makes sense! We should…we should look into the house's background-"

"Clare!" he was getting annoyed.

"I think it's a psychological problem! We should get him a doctor or a therapist or-"

"They tried that! And NOW look at where they are!"

She walked over to the home phone.

"Wait, what are you doing?"

"It's just a matter of time before the family falls apart completely! I'm calling Father Greg."

Eli rushed up and grabbed it out of her hand and pressed the hang up button.

"Eli…"

"Clare. Lets face it…Adam has a split-personality. And I don't think any amount of preaching can help."

"It's not preaching Eli! Its called an exorcism."

He looked at Clare, "An exorcism?" As much as he loved her, and as smart as she is, he thought she was being a bit irrational for once. He laughed backing towards the front door.

"Eli I know it sounds crazy and I think it does to! But it just might save Adam!"

He opened the door, "When his head spins around, is when we'll perform an exorcism. But not now!" he walked outside and drove off.

Clare stood there, thinking about what Eli said…an exorcism. Did seem a little extreme…but what else was going on with Adam? She walked upstairs to the office where the computer was.

"No one just gets split-personalities…"

She sat down on the computer, reading about bipolar disorders and causes of split-personas. She couldn't find anything that seemed to match the situation they were in. She sat there for an hour and a half and still nothing. She slapped her head into her hands and she heard the front door open. It was her mother, home with a load of groceries.

"Clare-Bear! Come help me put up the groceries!"

She sighed, "On my way!"

X-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-X

Adam laid on his bed. Not really sure what was happening. It was hard to see anything. He wasn't sure to be scared or not…he wasn't sure of shit anymore. He wasn't even sure what the hell he did the other night…or why no one had bothered to walk in and see how he's doing. He tried to stand up but he felt tied to the bed. He looked at his bedroom door, then his closet door. Both shut. He closed his eyes. He kept them closed until he heard voices…the fucking whispering voices again. They sounded violent and like they were getting louder and louder. He opened his eyes and he still heard the voices. They were mocking him…taunting him. Telling him how weak he was. He braced his fists against his ears but he could still hear them. He curled up into a ball, turning to his side rocking around in his bed, trying to stay calm until they went away. Shutting his eyes tightly again. But the voices just continued to mock him and ramble on and on about him.

Then he opened his eyes. Bloody, half-dead sounding bodies everywhere were the ones making the voices…he looked all around at them. He finally couldn't take it anymore.

"SHUT UP!"

The bodies screamed either frightened or trying to edge him on farther. He found himself screaming along with them. Audra came running in, shoving the door open, Drew and his father weren't far behind. He was still screaming. She grabbed him by his wrists and was able to get him to stand up right. Adam stopped as she started scolding him. But All Adam could think about was how did she not see the bodies as frightened blue eyes rushed in every spot of the room.

However, the bodies weren't there. The room was completely normal. To everyone except Adam anyway…