Taking in a heavy breath,
I close my eyes,
To shield out,
The world around me,
I inhale deeper,
And deeper,
As I can’t control,
The feeling,
Of paranoia,
I feel,
A tightness around me,
Like someone,
Has put me into a straight jacket,
And pulled the strings too tight,
I can feel,
The darkness growing thicker,
Despite the fact,
My eyes are shut tightly,
I open them now,
And I still feel,
The grip,
Of paranoia,
Surrounding me,
Suffocating me,
I hear the lies,
In my head,
But I can’t ignore them,
I fall deeper and deeper,
Into a world,
Of oblivion,
I try to calm myself,
But the walls are closing in,
I try to think,
But the voices are too strong,
I’m drowning,
In my own thoughts,
And as I sink deeper,
Into the gloom,
And I wonder,
If I will escape…
Henry Hyde
English RP Throughout
“You should have took the cyanide Henry,” I say softly to my counterpart.
“Shut up, just shut up!” replied Henry.
It is always like this, Henry constantly shouting at me as I whisper in his mind, he can no longer set me free from this prison.
The prison in his head and the one we are now in.
We have been here for nearly a month and Henry seems to think that not ending his life, our lives that day was a smart choice.
What happened that day was Henry just gave himself up to the police as the barged through the door of the laboratory and demanded that I, Edward Hyde give myself up for my heinous crimes and go willingly.
I begged and pleaded with Henry as he sat starring at the potion in his hand, he simply laughed at me and said in a low voice; “there is no escape now,” I still don’t know what he meant but he went willingly with the police.
Now we are here, waiting for our death sentence. I am weak despite the fact that Henry is strong and I wonder if our places have switched, I wonder if I am him and he is me.
“Will you not speak with me?” I ask curiously.
“I have nothing to say to you,” Henry replied bitterly.
“This is not my fault, I didn’t bring us here, you did Henry,” I say honestly.
“You’re the one they are sentencing to death remember,” Henry said matter-of-factly
.
“But you will die to Henry, you will die as I die, I am a part of you as much as you are a part of me,” I say slowly losing my temper and patience.
“You will never be a part of me, not now, not ever,” Henry says angrily.
“Will you keep it down in there?” a voice from the corridor breaks the conversation.
“Know this Edward, when we die, you will be sent to Hell from your crimes and I will become a martyr,” Henry whispers and shuts me out.
He does this often, blocks out my thoughts and my opinions, he is becoming less and less like the man I used to admire for his cunning and his wit, he is becoming something that I fear and loathe, he is becoming the Edward Hyde that I once was.
I don’t know who I am or what I am meant to be but if Henry keeps shutting me out the way he is, I will not be able to stop, I grow weaker and weaker each day, maybe I should have took control of his, our body and took the cyanide, maybe we wouldn’t be in this mess. Maybe I should have took action but I was powerless to sway him and his course.
Now, we must wait for the final judgement.
Several months later
“Henry… Henry,” I say weakly.
“What do you want?” Henry replies distantly.
“Please, I am begging you, do not go through with this, this is madness, please,” I say pleadingly.
“If that is all you want to say then…” Henry begins but I cut him short.
“No, you will not shut me out, I will not die here inside you quietly, while I still have breathe left within me, you will listen,” I say sharply.
“Fine, go ahead,” Henry answers back like he has nothing to lose.
“I beg you to plead innocent to my crimes, you will not be punished severally, if you will let me, I can transform and I will admit that I was wrong but you had no part in it, Henry please…” I say with conviction but I am cut off.
“It’s time,” a young police officer says.
“Henry, please, Henry… HENRY!” and with those last words I fall into the darkness as Henry blocks me out for probably the last time.
I don’t remember much of the trail as I felt a numbness in my bones, I felt like I was floating towards some dark oblivion, I remember someone asking if they were speaking to Henry or Hyde.
It was his answer then that woke me, “I was Henry Jekyll but I am not the same, Hyde is within me or I should say Jekyll,”
“Speak sense man,” the judge decreed.
“I am Henry Hyde, Jekyll is dead, buried within my mind, I am Hyde,” Henry answered.
I soon blacked out again and I knew that he had sentenced us both to unpleasant death, I was already dying or decaying and now Henry would lose his reputation for being a scientist and now it seemed it he had finally lost himself to the madness of his own twisted mind.
After the trail, I woke up sweaty and on the verge of breaking down, I wanted to try and get him to listen to me one last time but to him I was already dead.
The next thing I knew was Henry was being prepared for the gallows for my crimes, I realised then that he must have admitted to them after his outrageous claim, I realised that Henry wanted the world to see what madmen could do. I pitied him and I hated him.
We walked to an open space where a crowd had gathered to watch the spectacle, there had been hanging’s earlier judging by the amount of dead bodies that they had thrown to the side.
I felt uneasy, numb and I wanted to run far away but Henry kept me locked away in this black prison of his mind.
With the noose around our neck, our heart in our throats, I tried to speak but the word were dry upon my tongue, Henry was unstoppable now.
“Any last words gent’s?” the executioner asked flatly.
“I AM HENRY HYDE!” were the words that came from our lips before the world went black and we were no more.
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