Torn Between Two Different Personalities of the Same Man

C a p t u r e d: Part One

Beep..

Beep..

Beep..

15 missed calls: Mark

Voicemail activated..

"Why don't you listen to me?! I told you not to listen to him. He'll control you AGAIN... Don't you register that?! He wants to use yo-"

Beep.

- Week earlier before the message -

It was the anger that erupted and manifested this brute of a being to life, because of Mark's ferocious anger. That fury which is uncontrollable and has no limits to it's destructiveness. After so many holes being brutally punctured into the walls of the house, including his game room; verbally lashing out at Matt and Ryan, occasionally myself but Mark would be quick to realize his mistake and soon apologize to each of us after his rage died down. He wasn't himself lately, everyone including his fans, family and those who live in the house, were terribly worried for his sanity.

Although, we didn't see the end of it - it was just the beginning. One night when his unfiltered tantrum broke out once more, driving Matt and Ryan out of the house. Leaving me in the trashed living room in shock while Mark blew off steam in his gaming room, by heaving stuff across the room and screaming at the top of his lungs.

That last scream, the gut-curling screech was the most frightening one. The one he put all his might into, which resulted in all the lights turn off in a synchronizing manner and left the entire house in a dead, menacing silence. It cause my heart to decline in pulsation, and the hair on my arm to raise, while I arose to my feet and began my slow paced towards his gaming room.

"Mark?"

I called out, hoping for some sort of answer, but ended up with nothing.

Stopping dead in my tracks before reaching the stairs, not because of a movement but a laugh. Not just any laugh, not Mark's laugh, but a foreboding laughter which compelled my stomach to twist in a tight, wrenching knot.

Silence consumed the air around me again..

Persuading me to take precaution and step backward until I was forced to come to a stop by an unnerving presence located directly behind me, immediately knowing that this wasn't Mark's usual heart-warming presence, but the complete opposite - an atrocious and unsettling presence.

It wasn't until, they spoke when my heart leaped into my throat and ice ran throughout my veins, by using hints of Mark's voice, but twisting and curling it into an infernal tone with just a whisper.

"Hello, Mallorey."

Bundling up courage to finally face this corrupted version of Mark, with a single whip of my head, in full 5′10 of the familiar embodiment which once was Mark; the features that I grew fond of, full of life were a pasty white, and those brown orbs.. were an endless pit of darkness then he spoke again.

"How about you fall asleep?"

Only taking seconds to feel the influence of slumber overtake my entire thinking process, before I could do anything to prevent it, my vision grew dark and lost the mobility of my body, all I could gather at the last second of consciousness was him speaking once more.

"This is going to be fun.."

- Present Time -

The various sounds bombard my ears, mostly his voice - both of his voices, the one overheard on the wired phone within Mark's house and the one that accompanied me in this very living room. There was only one reasonable explanation for this, since there was no sign of comfort besides Mark's distressed voice from the recorded message - he's in control again. The dim lights overhead were smudged within a groggy eye-view of my current neck position from bending backwards, seated in a quite uncomfortable frigid steel chair with my wrists tied tightly to the arm rest with a scratchy and thick fabric of rope.