Jack quickly got up and hid in Signe's closet.

The person came in, and saw Signe dead.

A scream of terror filled the room, as the person ran off to get help.

Jack got out of the closet and quickly got out Signe's house through the window.

More screams filled Signe's room, but Jack, still with tears in his eyes, ran away and went back home.

As soon as Jack got back, he immediately ran into his room.

He grabbed his blue hoodie and put it on, to hide Signe's blood.

"Anti's torture has to end..." Jack thought.

Jack stood in the center of his room, staring into the mirror in front of him. His face was blurred, but thankfully, this time it was only because he had been crying. For now, everyone was safe from his other half. But how long would this last?

The brunette took a deep breath, and blinked his tears away.

He couldn't be crying. He had to focus!

This was finally the end of the pain Anti had caused. After this, no one but Jack would know who was responsible for the recent murders.

Maybe it would look a little suspicious that the lead bullies of his high school that rivaled him had all died within eight days, but there was no evidence of who had killed them. No one could figure out who had killed them. And after tonight, no one ever would.

It was for the best if no one knew. How could Jack explain that it wasn't him, that he had a voice in his head that sometimes took over his body? They'd see a lunatic, and they would lock him up. They wouldn't see that Jack had done his best to keep that voice at bay, that he didn't want any of this.

Trying to find a way to get rid of Anti had caused Jack to strain friendships and borderline neglect his friends. Anti himself had killed people that Jack had known, had been friends with. He had ruined so much. Jack wasn't about to let him destroy what was left of his life.

Reaching into his pocket, Jack pulled out the bottle of clear medicine. This would suppress his other personality. This would solve the situation. Unscrewing the cap, Jack took another deep breath. "I'm still a good person...right?" he thought aloud.

"Of course not. You're insane. You really think I'd let you go after everything we've been through together?" the deep voice in his head suddenly said cruelly, taking control of Jack's hand and preventing him from bringing the bottle to his lips.

"You'll never escape me, Jack. Why even try?"

"Shut up!" Jack screamed at his reflection, now twisted into Anti, who had blue and green eyes, a slit throat and a red filter around him. "You're just a face in the mirror. All I have to do is look away and you might as well not exist!"

Anti chuckled darkly. "But I'll always be there, even when you look away. And I'll be there until you die."

Reaching for the medicine again, Jack put on a smile of fake confidence, managing to get enough control back bring the bottle that would save him to his lips.

"That's where you're wrong. I'm ending this nightmare tonight!" he shouted.

Before he could drink the clear liquid, Anti took back control and threw the bottle across the room. About half of the medicine spilled out onto the wood floor.

"This isn't a dream, Jack. I'm here to stay, no matter what you do!"

"That's enough! You're going to die soon, Anti! I'm going to take back control, and you'll never bother me again!"

"You can't control something that's a part of you,"

"I can. Unlike you, I don't need to feed off of someone else to survive. I'll be myself, and you'll be DEAD!" Jack shouted, punching the mirror.

It cracked, and suddenly everything was silent. Was he really gone this time...?

Suddenly, cruel laughter filled the room, and a sharp pain nearly split Jack's head apart.

He clutched his head with both hands and fell to his knees.

"I'll live inside you forever, Jack! No matter what you do, I'll always be part of you. Nothing can ever separate us!"

"Shut up! It's over, Anti!"

"It is over...over for you!"

"If I die, so do you!"

"Once you're dead I'll be you!"

"Leave me alone!"

"Why should I? WE ARE ONE AND THE SAME!"

The harsh screaming filled Jack's mind and he nearly blacked out.

With the last bit of control he had, he crawled across the floor, reaching for the bottle.

"Go to hell, Anti..." he gasped.

"I'll see you there, Jack..."

With another jolt of pain, Jack collapsed, unable to move any more.

As his eyes closed and control of his body slipped away, Jack's last conscious thought was "Signe......I'm sorry."

Two young girls who seemed to be around 16 and 13 came into the room, to find Jack.

The oldest one, Maddy, ran up to him.

The youngest one, Sophie, walked up to him, to check for his breathing.

"Maddy, the good news is he's still alive." Sophie said.

"What do we do?" Maddy asked.

Sophie shakes her head.

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Yell "Wake Up!"

Yell "Are You Alright?!"