Secrets (up for adoption)

Part 7

I walked into my room and headed to my closet to grab one of the sweatshirts Scott gave me. I slipped it on and walked over to the mirror and gasped when I saw her standing there but as soon as her eyes met mine she smiled maniacally and was gone. I heard my door slam shut and ran over to it. I twisted the door nob but it didn't move, which is weird because I don't even have a lock on my door. I started banging on it as hard as I could.
"SCOTT!!! SOMEONE HELP ME!!!" I screamed in fear as I slammed against the door. I heard foot prints and felt someone pounding on the door from the other side.
"PLEASE!" I screamed.
"MITCH! What is going on!?!" Scott yelled back slamming into the door over and over but it still didn't budge.
"She's here! She locked me in! Please save me!!!" I cried, tears now streaming down my face as I saw her standing across my bed. She smiled and was right in front of my face, her wide smile and bloody eyes staring at me dead on.
"SCOTT!!!" I screamed, my body kicked into overdrive by fear and panic "PLEASE HUR-" I gasped as she dove into me through my mouth, violently throwing my body against the wall and I blacked out. I could still hear but I couldn't move. I heard Scott crying and I felt him lift me up. I felt my eyes open but I didn't open them... She did. Scott let out a deep breath and set me on the bed.
"Mitch! Are you okay!?!" He shouted.
"I am fine. My head just hurts a little." She said using my voice. I screamed.
"PLEASE HELP ME!!! THIS ISNT ME!" I cried.
Scott smiled. "Let me go get you some Advil." Scott said.
"I can get it." She said.
I felt my body stand and start to move but I had no control. I could still see and here and feel what was going on around me but I couldn't do anything.
She shut the bathroom door and looked into the mirror. I saw myself smirking and my hand touched my face.
"What did you do to me?!?" I shouted.
She smiled.
"I am in control now. They can't hear you scream, it is just your soul screaming." She was still smiling. I looked and saw a pair of nail clippers on the counter. I fought as hard as I could and I could feel myself gaining control. Once I had control back I grabbed them and tipped them so the blade was on the counter and I pressed down hard. I could feel her gaining control again so I carver the words "not me" and I set the blade down right as she gained back full control of my body. I saw myself glaring into the mirror.
"How did you do that?" She/I said.
I was quiet and she growled but left the bathroom.
She doesn't know about my message. I smiled mentally and prayed that someone would find it soon. She walked over and sat on the couch besides Kirstie. She smiled and set a hand on my leg. She stared at it.
Kirstie frowned and pulled her hand away.
"Are you okay Mitchie...?" She asked.
"IT ISNT ME!!!" I screamed but all that came out of my mouth was "I am fine"
All I could do was scream, hoping that someone would hear my, even for just a second. But they didn't notice a thing. I eventually just gave up and started crying inside. After about a hour everyone left and Scott got up to make lunch. I sat on the couch and thought of what I could do to get out of here. I am imprisoned in my own body with no control over myself. I need to find a way out but I don't know how. All I could do is sit there and watch her act like me... And they bought it...
"Mitch, I made lunch." Scott said walking in with two played, each holding soup and a sandwich. I felt my arms reach out to grab the plate and I threw all my strength into fighting her. I gained control for a second and dropped the plate. It shattered at my feet.
She gained back control and I could feel her anger. She made me fall to my knees in the pile of glass. My hands and legs were covered in cuts.
"Mitch!!!" Scott yelled running over to me. He lifted me up carefully and carried me to the bathroom. He set me on the counter and went to go grab some tweezers and bandages. She put my glass filled hands on my face and drug them down, leaving long bloody cuts covering my face. Scott came back and grabbed my hands, pulling them from my face.
"What are you doing!?!" He said.
"I was just rubbing my face... It itches." She said. Scott sighed and started to pull the glass out of my hands. I was screaming on the inside because I could feel every bit of pain and yet my body stayed silent. He then pulled off my pants and started to pull the glass from my legs. He then wrapped them with gauze. He took a damp towel and gently cleaned my face. He scooped me up and carried me to my room. He set me on the bed and left the room.

Scott

I heard glass shatter and ran into the living room where Mitch was kneeled down on his hands and knees in a pile of glass.
"Mitch!!!" I shouted and gathered him in my arms, carful not to touch any of the glass that was on the floor and on Mitch himself.
I set him on the counter and ran to go grab tweezers and gauze. I walked back into the bathroom and saw Mitch with his hands on his face, bloody cuts all over his cheeks. I grabbed his hands and pulled them away.
"What are you doing?!?" He looked at me.
"I was just rubbing my face... It itches" I sighed and started to carefully pull the glass from his body. Surprisingly he didn't make a noise the whole time.
Once I finished getting out the glass I wrapped his legs and hands with gauze and cleaned his face with a damp towel.
I scooped him up and carried him to his room. I called Kirstie Avi and Kevin and asked them to come over. Mitch was acting a little strange and with what happened in his room earlier I was terrified. They all got here and gave me a hug before asking to see Mitch. As soon as his name was said Mitch was standing in the hallway, leaning casually against the wall.
We all looked at him and he didn't say anything, he just stared at us.
I eventually just walked into the bathroom to take care of the bandages and glass. I was sweeping the glass from the counter onto a towel when something caught my eye.
'Not me' was carved into the counter. My head started to spin. I walked calmly out into the living room and saw everyone looking rather confused.
"Where is Mitch..?" I asked looking around the room.
"I don't know... He just walked out the door with out saying a word." My breath quickened.
"Scott. What's wrong...?" Avi asked.
"That's not Mitch..." I said looking into his eyes.
"How do you know...?" I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bathroom, pointing at the words carved into the wood.
"We have to find Mitch now!" He yelled and we all ran out the door.
I hope we aren't to late...