Two Faced

The Beginning

No. This couldn't be happening. If anywhere, I thought school was the one place he wouldn't bother me. I walked to the teachers desk and asked if I could go to the bathroom, then drove home. It must've been my imagination, but I thought I saw him in the mirror.

With a small switchblade in hand.

As soon add I stepped foot I'm my house, I immediately locked the doors. I locked the door in my room too, but still, I felt unsafe, as if he could come at any moment. But then, all of a sudden, I felt his transition back. I ran to the door and swung it open, revealing the exact figure I hoped to see. "Eddie, what happened?"

I got no reply. It was only when it was too late, did l notice the red stain on his shirt, and the knife on the floor, half of the blade stained blood. I brought my hands to my face in horror as he fell to the ground.

"EDDIE," I called, kneeling down next to him. "R-Remember what I said" he said, still barely holding onto his consciousness. I put my hand near his wound, and he grabbed my hand. His trembling hand felt cool, as he guided it. He moved it to his jacket pocket, and I felt something on the inside. It was flat and wide, maybe some kind of note. "T-t-take it".

I reached inside, and did whatever I could not to fall down to the ground in tears. It was a journal, a small leather journal with gold binding and a silver cover, and a tribal dragon on the cover. I opened it, and began to read.

"I apologize, as I'm not the same man I once was. I don't sleep. I haven't eaten in days. the only thing keeping me alive is the very thing ruining it."

I couldn't maintain my emotions when I got to a point.

"It was then that I had made it my mission not to let Him take over. Not for me, but for the girl. I could ser get now, how her caramel hair fell down her back, how her emerald green eyes glistened and shone whenever they rested on me. Her smile, which she would always complain she hated.

God she's beautiful, but this is something I couldn't tell her, and something she wouldn't believe if I did. If, for whatever reason, you end up reading this, I hope I'm there to tell you how much you mean to me, mere words cannot do this."

Out from between the pages, another piece of paper fell. I unfolded it, and our was a picture of us, before all this happened. We were laying on the grass in the park. It was the first time we hung out outside of school, A few days after we met. It brought back memories of smiling at each other and enjoying conversations about hopes and dreams and what the future would hold.

I flipped to the back of the photo, almost hearing his shattered voice in my head. "I know time is short, but this isn't how our story ends. I will come back as a different form and no memories of these events. give this to me when you find me, and don't forget. I love you."

"How will I know it's you," I cried. He wiped my tears with his gentle hands, and twined his fingers through my hair. His voice was scratchy now, and the color in his eyes began to fade."Y -you'll know, y-you just have to f-figure out where to look." His ladt word was a whisper, as he went limp. I cried and cried, because I knew I wouldn't be able to get over it. But, reading the back of the photo, I knew I wouldn't have to.