A Different Kind of Jekyll and Hyde

Chapter 1:

     My head was pounding as I woke up on the sofa as bottles of vodka surrounded me. The familiar old scent of stale blood filled my lungs and my face blushed of a soft red. A painful groan broke the silence as I slowly started to get up my bed and into my dimly lit bathroom. I switch on the lights and stares at myself in the mirror for what seemed to be an eternity. The room became darker somehow and a cold chill ran through my body as I pictured my bloody mother I killed all those years ago. Why was it always women? I shake my head as I opened the cabinet behind the mirror and started taking my pills. One pill with a bright color of red wrapped in a small thin plastic and another a white. The red one was my pill for my disorder and the white one was for my hangover. I stared at myself and I hate what I see. I hate myself, I hate him. Anger flowed quickly to my brain as my mind became cloudy and I punched my mirror. I pulled back as glass shards my a home on my skin. I grabbed my hand as it shakes violently from the severed nerves but not a sound escaped my lips. I taught myself not to show weakness, emotional or physical. I slowly picked out the glass pieces as a thick stream of red liquid stained my chest. My heart was pounding as I watched it drip from my hand, warm yet in a way cold. I couldn't help myself as my wet tongue traced over my blood, I begin to cry but at the same time....I smiled.

     I walk into the living room with only a towel tightly wrapped around my waist and my hair soaked from the shower. I don't have the best physique out of the male ideals but it was decent enough to not being called hefty or fat. I moved my messy chocolate hair out of my face and combed it back. I started to heat up some old breakfast that I didn't finish yesterday. I opened up my phone as I looked at the multitude of websites about psychology therapy. I was never to fond of talking with people about this since....well it's obvious why. The amount of times I had to move from place to place was ridiculous because as soon as I killed someone I had to run, Great cardio I suppose. The room became dark again, it's clear that the pills aren't working but I feel as if that they help me even just a little bit. I shook my head as I grabbed a knife. I can't do this anymore, I can't live like this, alone. "But I am not alone, for what is one without the other.......what is one without the other..." my eyes widen as my lips repeated his words and my hands began to shake as it grazed over my wrist. I couldn't help it, I couldn't control him. I winced as a new wound revealed itself to me but I just stared at my arm and hands covered with recent cuts and scars. I jumped as I heard the sound of the microwave beeping. I got up and grabbed a first aid kit and wrapped my arm with bandages. I ate my hot-n-cold breakfast as I put on a button up black shirt with slight gold swirls design and dark blue jeans with a pair of converses. I grabbed my keys and headed out to the car.