I guess this is the part where I tell you a little about me, huh? I know what you're all thinking; we know all about you. You're Danny Worsnop. Asking Alexandria and We Are Harlot frontman. That's where you'd be wrong.
You see, when Ben died Danny went, let's say insane and created a whole new person. Me. My names Daniel. I'm here because Danny couldn't handle the pain of losing his husband. So he basically ran away and hid. Letting me out to run things.
I'm what you would call "an alter" but I hate that word. I'm the guy who is going to take care of things for Danny.
Sometimes when alters are created, they don't like the person their 'host' was/is with. However in this case, that's untrue. Ben was the love of Danny's life. But he was also the love of my life.
I've been here for awhile now. Just waiting for the right time to take control. I was actually created all those years ago. Back when Danny was poisoning our body with all those drugs.
All those times when people thought Danny should be dead, it was actually me. I was the one who had to go through detox and all that wonderful stuff.
I know I should have probably came out as soon as Ben died, but I didn't. I decided to it back and see what happened. Big mistake.
What happened was he tried to kill us. When I woke up in the nut house, I was pissed. I was more angry at the situation than Danny though. I feel bad for him. That's why I plan on taking care of him now.
I hate being in this house. I hate being near them. Don't get me wrong, I used to like those guys, and even now Cameron doesn't annoy me as much as James.
I can't stand him. I mean damn, Ben has only been gone a little over a week and he's already laughing and carrying on like nothing happened.
Well something DID happen. We lost someone who we loved. And now he gets to spend the rest of his life with Sam? Not if I have anything to say about it.
I sighed as I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 10:00 am. The others would be up soon. I wasn't ready to deal with any of them. Not now. I hated having to play this goody goody act.
I understand life goes on. I get that the world doesn't stop because someone dies. I get that. What I don't accept is how people that are supposed to love my husband can go on about their day like nothing happened.
It's not right. Danny's in there, hiding because he can't take the pain. He can't bare to live his life without Ben. He doesn't want to know what that pain is like. This shit would kill him. I know it would.
While I was head over heels in love with Ben, I can handle it better than he can. The only bad thing is if I want this to work I have to pretend to care about these people. They've already locked me up once, they'd lock me up and throw away the key for sure if they knew I existed.
I've gotten pretty good at pretending to be Danny over the years. So good in fact sometimes I scare myself.
I'd gotten pretty lost in my thoughts until a knock on the door snapped me back into reality.
I jumped slightly and sat up against the headboard "come in" I said softly.
Seconds later the door opened and Cameron stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "Hey, I didn't wake you up, did I?" He asked with a small smile.
I shook my head and smiled back at him. "Nah, I've been up for awhile actually." I admitted.
Something was wrong with him. I wasn't quite sure what but he wasn't acting like himself. "Are you okay?" I asked as I grabbed my cigarettes off the nightstand.
