The Maniac -A Short Story

I lie awake each morning with my body drenched with blood and my mouth ridden with that foul metalic taste. I have absolutely no remembrance of the night but I come to the conclusion that I had taken another person's life last night. My body aches in agony from the lacerations on my limbs to the gashes upon my head, results from self infliction. But I get out from my bed, aid my wounds and get ready for a new day as Vice PresIdent at my fathers company Tronics Co. Is it the life I wish to live? No. But am I stuck with it? Yes. But this is because I am not one, but two people. Friendly and hardworking Mason Archer that lives with bliss. Then there's my other persona. The malicing Mason Archer who murders for the good of his own soul but Chicago likes to refer to him as The Maniac.