Jekyll/Hyde X Reader

Outbursts

Jekyll's POV

"Don't worry Jekyll. If I find her I'll be rough." Hyde says.

"Edward Hyde you better noT GO NEAR HER." I yell to him.

Hyde laughs evilly and disappears from the mirror.

"HYDE" I scream as I throw something at the mirror. The mirror cracks on contact and falls to it's side, I grab the mirror. "YOU STAY IN THERE HYDE. YOU STAY IN THERE AND NEVER COME OUT. I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL." After I scream at the mirror I stare at it for a second, but then finally realize it's only my reflection. Hyde isn't there anymore, and I have no idea where he went, but he's not there.. I'm only screaming at myself. As I stare at myself  in the mirror my face softens, but tears start to prick at my eyes. "You are in Hell... Jekyll..."

I feel myself start to cry and when I look up into the mirror, all I see is tears rolling down my face, and my broken reflection, I am broken. I stand and go to my journal.

Journal Entry No. 18.
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It's getting worse... Hyde is coming out more and appearing more in the mirror, I fear I am losing my sanity. How am I losing it so soon? I don't know. I only started the experiment last week and I already am screaming at Hyde in the mirror.
I don't know if Hyde being in the mirror is my imagination or the mirror is showing who I really am, whatever that is, I don't understand it.
I found myself just moments ago, screaming at my own reflection, I thought it was Hyde but he had left. I realized how alike to Hyde I look sometimes, when I'm angry we look almost like identical twins.

The only plus of today is that I met this girl, her name is Y/N L/N. She also studies medical issues and I enjoy that I might be able to talk to someone about my excitement, someone who might understand the point of this experiment. Though, I'd have to do so when Hyde isn't around, if Hyde comes he will meet her and I cannot let that happen. Who knows what he'll do if he finds her.

I will hide all the mirrors and only keep one, the one will be in my lab and it will stay there, all the others will be shattered, burnt, sold, whatever it will take for me to not see Hyde in my house. He must stay in the lab.

Hopefully when I update again, I will be in a better mood and condition.

-Dr. Henry Jekyll

I put the journal down and leave the room.

"Sir are you okay?" Poole asks me, but I can't look at him. "You seem to have tears in your eyes."

"I'm fine Poole, if you can, stir up the fire for me so that I might read in warmth?" I say to him, not looking at him.

"Of course." Poole replies and obediently leaves the room to stir the fire.

I walk to my library and grab the book I am currently reading, I then walk to the main room where the fireplace is and Poole finishes stirring it, then looks at me. "Is there anything more you need sir?" He asks.

I think for a moment if I need anything else. "Perhaps some tea Poole, one that will calm my nerves." I reply.

"Of course sir, may I ask what is troubling you?"

"I NEED NOT TO EXPLAIN MYSELF TO YOU!"

There is a dead silence in the room, a moment after my small outburst, Poole starts to walk away, but I stop him.

"Poole!"

He turns around hesitantly. "Yes sir?"

"I'm sorry Poole, I didn't mean to yell. I've had no reason to yell at you, I shouldn't have just then and I'm sorry.."

"It's alright sir." Poole bows his head a little.

"Poole, did anything happen.. to me when I yelled?"

"You looked slightly different sir, almost as if you were changing a little in that moment, it wasn't just an angry glare."

"Interesting..."

"Sir.. if I may.. would you like to talk about what's troubling you?"

I feel another urge to scream at Poole, but I don't want too, so I brush it off as quickly as I can. "Bring the tea first then we can talk." I say in a fast tone, then turn towards the fire so I can no longer see him.

I hear Poole move a little, which I assume he is obediently bowing, then his footsteps suggest he is walking away. Once he is out of the room I have a sigh of relief. If we tried to talk then, I would've screamed again, maybe even hurt him, but hopefully the tea will calm me enough that I can talk without making harsh actions.

After a short time, Poole returns with a tea cup and tea pot. He pours me a cup of tea and gives it to me. "Anything else sir?"

"No Poole. Please, grab yourself a cup and sit with me. I don't know how long we'll be talking."

Poole nods and leaves, then returns with a cup of his own and gets himself some tea, then he sits in a chair that is angled towards mine and the fire.