The Glitch

Chapter Twelve: I'm Not Okay

I'd been in my room for three days now. Sean hadn't come back and everyone was worried sick. I hate to say it, but even I was worried about him. I couldn't get that night out of my head even if I tried. I need to know he's okay. I need to.

I got up and out of bed, determined to find out if Sean had been arrested or not. As far as the police knew, Sean was living alone. They wouldn't expect a doppelganger to drop in so I had to play this smart to avoid any and all confusion.

The least I could do was check on him. "I can't just leave Jack in a cell to rot.. he wouldn't survive being alone like that. Not a social bird like him." I clenched my fists, narrowing my eyes and gritting my teeth. On the other hand, he'd done so much to me.

"He deserves this.." both sides of me were fighting against the other and I couldn't help but wonder if this is how Sean felt when I tried to take over his entire being. I'm not supposed to worry. Not about him.

Things have been so different lately. I have more than enough anger in me to last a few lifetimes.. and now I have to add more onto that. My stomach churned and my head spun as I paced the floor of my room, shaking my head every so often.

After a while I finally got up the nerve to do it. I was going to see Sean no matter what. This was my mess, and I was going to clean it up. With one quick nod, I hurried out of my room and shut the door behind me.

"This is it.." I took a deep breath, calming myself and swiftly walking to the front door, my eyes never leaving it. A small rattle made me stop in place, tilting my head curiously as the front door finally opened after a few seconds of the noise.

Sean stumbled inside, his green hair in disarray and his skin paler than normal. His clothes were disheveled and black circles under his depressing gray eyes made me wonder if he'd had any sleep at all. Which wasn't likely when you're being interrogated for someone's death.

He closed the door behind him, his hands lightly shaking as he locks it. Sean turned around, his gaze on the floor as he walks past me, but before he can get anywhere, I grabbed his arm. "Sean.. what happened?"

"Leave me alone, Anti." His cold, tired and annoyed voice startled me enough to make me release him and I watched as he disappeared into his room. "What the Hell happened to him..?" I was confused, but above all.. I was concerned.

I was concerned about the man who had made my life miserable in the first place. But not just concerned about him.. I was concerned about myself. Everything had happened so quickly that I didn't even notice the bang of my head hitting the coffee table, or the crack of my skull.

I felt the pain, but I was numb, just laying on the ground as I finally had some peace. The voices had quieted and I felt free. But as I blinked for the first time since I had fallen, the pain returned. The concern for Sean returned. And I was angry. I grit my teeth, my lips pulled back into a snarl.

Spit flew as my mouth opened into the most terrifying and rage-filled scream I could manage, my eyes burning a deep green. The scream wasn't terrifying because of its tempo, no, it was terrifying because static buzzed in the air as it glitched and staggered, some parts almost delayed.

My body twitched, flickered and jerked as I got to my feet. The blood from the open wound on the right side of my skull was dripping into my eye, making me unable to see from that side, but I didn't care. I was breathing heavily, my head tilted back and my mouth open abnormally wide.

Someone was going to die tonight, and I couldn't stop myself from doing it. And I didn't want to. I had blacked out. All rational thinking out the window as the voices screamed, making me unable to hear the pleading voices of all my brothers as they tried to calm me down. They were so loud. Deafening. Drowning.

None of this was as startling to me as it was to my brothers as my chapped lips cracked and bled, my head glitching forward as a wide grin replaced my unreadable expression. But something wasn't right.

The voices stopped for a moment as another voice I'd never heard before spoke, a woman's voice. Clear as a bell and almost musical.

Remember me, My Love. For I am here to guide you on your way back to righteousness.

I let out a pained and agonizing screech at her voice, tears pricking my eyes as I knew she sounded familiar. A broken sob escaped my lips, still up in an unnatural grin. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" My voice boomed, the static only growing louder and my anger growing with it.

My Love.. I am here.

Instead of answering me, the woman spoke in another riddle. I was fed up. I turned my back on my brothers as I looked down at the coffee table, my blood still staining the corner of it. But I wasn't concerned about my injury or the pounding headache. All I wanted was relief.

I got on my knees, placing my hands on both sides of the coffee table as I repeatedly banged my head on it. Black dots swarmed my vision as my attempts to get her out grew weaker.

Stay with me, My Love. We will save you from damnation.

"SHUT UP, SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I let out one final scream of anger as I blacked out, my mind finally having enough.

It was done, but whoever this was.. was going to pay.