Chapter 3: I Can't Take It Anymore
Jack locks the door to him room, tears still spilling heavily from his eyes. or? e... Anti's voice echos in Jack's head. "You hurt Mark!" Jack screams aloud. I, r. d.
"He's not my boyfriend! And they have the same body, so you hurt Mark!" Anti laughs loudly, Jack's head starts throbbing as he looks in the mirror. Anti's laughter grows stronger and more evil sounding. "Shut up! Shut up SHUT UP! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" he screams, punching his fist into the mirror, shattering glass everywhere and slicing his hand open. Jack sinks to his knees, sobbing heavily as the sound of footsteps comes rushing through the door.
"Jack! You alright in there?!" Mark yells.
"Y-yeah i'm fine I just knocked something over!" Jack says back.
u, d. Anti whispers in Jack's mind.
"He's not my boyfriend!"
A w, y o u' m. n. t. n. Anti taunts. Repeatedly saying d o i t. His voice slowly gets louder, and louder and louder until Jack can't take it anymore.
"Fine! Just please...go away..." Jack picks up a sharp piece of glass and holds it up to his arm.
I' g. Anti sneers.
Jack drags the glass across his pale skin multiple times, each one bleeding terribly. He sobs silently.
a. W e ' l, y? Anti lets out a final laughing before drifting away. Jack hides his face with his hands, blood still dripping from his wrist.
"No...I'm nothing like you..." Jack whispers.