Two Faced

Help Me, Please

     "And here you are again" he said, as I stood there. I was unable to move, unable to think, I was a husk, a toy for him to play with. So, there really was no escape. I now knew that it easy hopeless. I'd never see my friends again, or even someone I would've called a friend. What happened to him, anyway? He was such a kind kid before all...this. To think that I used to like him before-and now he  controlled me...

     Of course. it was him, all along. He knew this would happen, he meant for this to happen. But, why? What's so special about me that he's so desperate to control?

     "Listen to me very carefully." His words burned me as if they were fire. my head was pounding and I knew why. I felt weak, very weak. I say down and it felt add though he was constantly pushing me down farther. "Tonight, I'm letting you go, but you're coming back tomorrow. Whether it be voluntary or I make you, it makes no difference to me. But if you try to run, well, let's just say I won't be as nice. Got it?" I nodded my head, but was almost unconscious. Then, he healed me. After what he did to me, he just healed me. "Now go, get out of my sight."

     I ran as far away from him as I could, but his voice was still playing over in my head. "If you try to run, I might not be this nice." He spat the last word at me as if it were poison. I heeded his warning and thanked him for every moment I wasn't there.

     The next day at school, he acted as though nothing happened, as if he were nice again. "Hey Criss," he called with a smile. I walk over nervously. He sees me shaking and acts as though he doesn't know why. "What happened to you," he smirked. "You look like you saw a dead body or something." I said nothing, I just stood there. "Speak. Let me help you." of course, I gave in. "You terrified me yesterday. Now that you're making me come back, I know it's gonna be worse." He looked back in horror. "I know this sounds weird, but I need you to tell me exactly what happened."

     "You showed me what you were, I tried to run, but you made me come back, and I nearly died when I did. You told me the same thing would happen today, and then you let me go." He looked at me with an expression I knew well. A look of hatred and fear. "I know you don't believe me, but I need you to. What happened yesterday, everything you heard, it wasn't me. You weren't the only one being controlled. But I need your help." I looked at him, intrigued. "I need you to come back again, and record what I say when he controls me. If things get really bad, I'll tell you to run. when I do, don't let anything stop you." I wouldn't believe him, but something about his look showed me he was truly worried, and his words were true. I agreed, but deep down I was worried.

And I know I wasn't the only one.