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The air was filled with dead silence, other than that of the pitter patter of spitting rain drops on the roof of the apartment. The room was quite dark, the only lighting coming from semi dimmed lamps- Provided by the apartment owner, the apartment wasn’t too bad. Had a medium sized Kitchen- Good for anyone that loves cooking, along with a not too shabby Bathroom. Most importantly, the medium sized bed.

The room did have company from a particular person though, a Teenage Boy- Maybe around 18 Years Young, whom lied on his back- Resting on the soft mattress of the bed, his black shaggy hair- Covered his eyes, although his bright grey eyes had been staring up at the white ceiling above… For some reason or another, he seemed to have gauze wraps. Wrapped around both his arms, maybe he was hiding something?

He had zoned out, the rain drops from above had slowly started putting him to sleep. Until, a loud bang from whom ever lived next door. Had woken him up with a jump, every once and a while- Whoever lived next door, would always seem to make some sort of loud noise. The Boy had no clue on why, nor did he even really care. It was more irritating than anything else to him, considering he just got to the Apartment. After having no where else too go…

Earlier that day, a fairly tall slender Women. Might of been around her 40’s?, With curly short black hair, and quite a pale complexion. Had started a ruckus with the black haired boy, too the point where she eventually kicked him out.

“You only bring me misery, that’s all you’ve done. Ever since you’re Father died, I’ve been in pain. Because of you, Jaclyn Willows- You’re the reason why he’s dead! You’re the reason why he overdosed,” Was the last thing he heard his Mother say to him,

Who’s fault is it to blame for a drug addicts overdose? No ones, except the person doing the drugs… His Mother didn’t seem to grasp that statement…

He sat up in bed, his shaggy hair falling into place- Although it had been messy, mostly from tugging on his own hair in aggravation. He ran his pale fingers through his hair, letting a deep sigh go.

He figured, maybe the reason why his Mother even kicked him out in the first place. Was more or likely to be the reasoning behind him dropping out of School, or more or less. Following in his Father’s foot steps, the Drug abuse- The alcohol. That was the whole reason why he even had gauze wraps around his arms, from injections. His so called “Quick fixes”, although they came with consequences. He thought it was worth It, even if he was close to death. He didn’t care, “If you have nothing, then you have nothing to lose in the first place.” Was his moto,

Jaclyn’s life was turning upside down, to be fair. It’s always been that way, his Father died when he was around 10 Years young. Hardly even remembering what his Father looked like, or even sounded like for that matter. His Mother always spoke of him “Beating her” Possibly because of the alcohol intake, yet Jaclyn denied his Father of doing such a thing. Guess it was just the stubbornness of himself.

Another loud bang made Jaclyn jump up once again, groaning. Having to deal with his Girlfriend this Morning, then his Mother. Now this asshole living beside him?! Having to start off the day to waking up, with a text from you’re Partner. Saying they’re leaving you for some other guy, just wasn’t a good day starter. She meant a lot to Jaclyn, considering she was the one that helped him through rehab for his drug addiction. She was there when no one else had been-, this thought would always tear at him slowly from the seams. He had no one now, no one… He was determined to find whoever she was with- And straighten that kid out, that is… Whenever he managed to find him…

His hands shaking, as he brushed them over his face. A sad expression slapped across his face, re-thinking all of today.

“What a fuckin’ shit show…” He whispered to himself, a rather thick British accent within his tone. Jaclyn’s mind was racing with thoughts which collided with this strong urge… The urge for the fix, after so long of quitting. He was back to where he started…

His bloodshot grey eyes glanced over towards the bag, which sat on the table across the room. He was starting to give into those urges, seeing it was the only thing he had left.

"Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, get your fix, fix, fix, fix, fix, DO IT," A constant series of voices disrupted his thinking, Jaclyn took a deep breathe. At this point in time- He would always give into what the voices told him to do, them being the only source of "Friendship" He could ever really have...

Standing up onto his feet, his feet meet with the soft white carpet beneath him. As Jaclyn proceed to walk over towards the bag, unwrapping the gauze wraps as he did so. His arms were a variety of purples, blues, Red and yellows. Bruising mostly, and dried up blood. This was the result of drug injections, he scrambled through the clothes. Digging to the bottom, where he spotted at least one syringe. A few pill bottles, along with 2 bags filled with odd substances. He reached for one bag, a white powder filled inside. Along with a syringe, He was getting his urges for a fix again, his hands shaking. As he turned shuffling towards the Kitchen, going through all the drawers. Til he came across one, pulling out a metal spoon. Making his way back towards the bag, pulling out a steel lighter. Setting it down on the table, scooping up some of the powder in the bag onto the spoon. He held the lighter underneath the spoon, lighting it. As a flame ignited, heating the powder up. Not too long after it had faded to a clear brown liquid, setting down the lighter. He grabbed the syringe, and began injecting the liquid into the syringe. Once that had been done, he let the spoon drop to the white carpeted flooring. Holding the syringe in his badly shaking hands, Jaclyn rolled up his left sleeve. His bloodshot eyes scanning across his bruised arm, searching for a vein closer to the wrist area. A small smile settled on his face as he stabbed the needle into the vein, pushing down on the flat end. As it injected the drug into his blood system, it only took a few seconds for the drug to actually kick in. Soon he’d be feeling Euphoria, pulling the syringe down and onto the table. He took a step back, it seemed like every little negative problem in his life. Had just… Disappeared, completely. He felt his heart beat kick down, as it slowed in his chest. Jaclyn felt as of his body had completely slowed, not only himself. But everything around him, he got quite a kick out of this feeling. The sudden slowness is what he craved everyday, his skin felt cold. His pupils were pinned, as he stared off into the nothingness that stood before him. Jaclyn’s pale skin was slowing turning a small tint of blue, his body felt completely limp and numb. Yet he still forced himself a few steps ahead, stumbling recklessly. He felt like he was going to hurl, determined to pull himself into the bathroom. He held onto the wall for guidance, everything around him felt so… Slow, the floor and walls seemed to be moving a little. Which made him stumble a lot more, he got into the Bathroom. Falling ass first onto the tile floor beneath him, he scooted up towards the toilet. Once he put both hands on each side of the toilet, Jaclyn immediately vomited into the toilet bowl. He stared blankly at the color of which his vomit had been, red?… Vomiting up blood wasn’t a very good sign, baring his teeth as he continued. All of his energy and strength seemed to be completely drained from his system,

“Fuck you’ve really done it now dumb ass” A voice- Not like the others had sounded in his head, the voice being more that of a 'Whisper'. He tried getting up. But considering his whole body went numb and limp, he ended up back onto the floor. Blood ran down his chin, he felt himself trying to speak. But, literally nothing came out of his mouth except slurs of gibberish. A flood of tiredness over washed him, not too long after that being said. His system shut down, his limp body fell back onto the tile. Jaclyn's body shaking violently, it was apparent he was having a seizure now. Foam- Most likely saliva forming out of his mouth, this lasted for only a few minutes. Before he completely blacked out, his body lying still...

Jaclyn’s blood shot eyes flickered open, groaning from the bright light above him. Also the fact he was still in a slight bit of pain, slowly heaving himself to sit up. He could feel the dried up blood on his chin, glancing around. Finding himself on the marble flooring, discovering blood splattered in the toilet- Along with some spots of crimson red on the floor.

“That was a pretty rough night huh?” A voice spoke, similar to the 'Whispered' tone from last night. The voice sounding throughout his mind, he jumped slightly from the sudden greeting of the voice. This thing occurred quite frequently, it was like another him. Like a inner self, whom was created at a young age to keep Jaclyn company. Yet as the years grew, this Friend. Whom was named Whispers, had grown to be a bad influence on Jaclyn. Yet he still kept him around since he was lonely, also considering Whispers was there for him when no one else was. He was the first voice to come around in Jaclyn's mind, he grew a bit attached too this imaginary friend...

“… Heard you’re ex, was gonna move in with her new boy toy.” The Whispers stated, a faint chuckle followed after. Jaclyn simply trying to ignore the voice of his Friend, as he continued to pull himself up onto his feet. As he looked up towards the mirror, slightly jumping back.

“I know you want to give that ginger boy what for, it’s quite obvious. No? I’m guilty of wanting to see you bash his face in, not going to lie Jacky. I’ll tell you what, you listen to what I say. Or, I’ll do it for you and you can watch.” A faint ringing in Jaclyn’s ears as Whispers spoke, his eyes stared straight towards his own reflection. That wasn’t him… That was something else, his inner self possibly. Whispers? Whom looked exactly like him, just with white hair. Red puffy bags under his blood shot eyes, it’s red pinned pupil-ed eyes stared right back at Jaclyn. Gulping, all he answered with was a nod. He’s never really seen what this “Inner self” Looked like, til now that is. He stood there almost frozen.

"It's done and over with Whispers, I don't even want to be associated with her anymore. Now shut up about it" Jaclyn gritted his teeth,

"You'll come around Jacky... Revenge is you're nature," The voice stated, Jaclyn groaning in reply. As he held onto the wall, pulling himself out of the Bathroom. Making his way slowly over to the table that has his bag, his stumbling legs made it over to the table. As he reached into the bag, digging around. His hand searched about the black bag, gripping and pulling a bottle out- A orange pill bottle, that contained pills within it. A label written on it saying: "Venlafaxine" These were the pills that Whisper especially hated, they managed to get rid of him along with the voices in Jaclyn's head- Yet, which only lasted for a short amount of time.

"Jaclyn- Don't," Whispers growled lowly, without saying anything. Jaclyn had already popped open the pill bottle cap, the cap falling to the ground. As he tipped the bottle back into his hand, a few small orange pills slipping into the palm of his hand. About 2 pills rested in his palm, that is til he tilted his head back- Knocking the pills into his mouth, swallowing them. Jaclyn shook his head a little, letting a steady sigh go. He hated but loved taking these pills- Hated it simply because it made him rather dizzy along with blurred vision, loved it simply because it got rid of Whispers- More or less for just a short time though...

Walking along the semi drenched side walk, the sky was still spitting rain. It rained quite often in this Town of Blackpool, England. A few cars going past here and there, he would take his car- But. His ex, Amanda. Had taken pretty much all that he had owned- That including his silver car, so he had no other choice to walk by foot. Jaclyn had been heading to his psychologist's office, just for a recent check in.

His mix matched colored shoes shuffled on into the quiet office, which was decorated with soothing dark colors of blues and blacks. The green from a few plants complimented the two dark colors, the green adding a ease to the whole office. Yet, the colors looked odd to Jaclyn. More or less because he was color blind, the dark shades of blues- became a dark red. The blacks turned to a grey, the greens turned to a blue.

A Woman and her Son sat on the black couch which was placed close by the front desk, those two and Jaclyn. Being the only people within the Office- At the moment, the Woman with dirty blonde long hair and dark brown eyes. Had her gaze glued to the black haired boy, that seemingly had just walked in.

"They're looking at you, looking at you, you, you, why would they want to look at such a stupid- Piece of shit like you! Ugly, worthless- They're planning something! Get out of here- Now! They're planning to kill you, kill you, KILL," A variety of voices swarmed into his mind, making it harder for him to think. The voices trying to convince Jaclyn to get out of the Office, it was like an on going pattern- Whenever Jaclyn would go outside in Public... Jaclyn shook his head briefly, pushing aside the voices.

"See, Aiden. Don't do drugs or you'll end up looking like that kid," The Woman quietly whispered into her Son's ear, Jaclyn sat down quietly. Right across from them, as the Kid looked up staring at him. Jaclyn perked up after catching on to what she had said, his head jerked to the right a tad bit. His piercing light eyes looking up towards the Women, his teeth gritted together.

"She's right- RIGHT, you're pathetic, you'll never amount up to anything, worthless waste of breathe-" The voices began to attack Jaclyn's insecurities, his fists clenched with anger. He was about to snap-

"Talking shit about someone doesn't get you anywhere in life Miss, perhaps that might be why you're sitting here. In this particular office, with you're fuckin' hand up your ass!" Jaclyn spat out in bared teeth, he had enough of people giving him that look- That look of hatred, yet not even getting to know him. They still judged, it pissed him off. Beyond comprehension,

The lady jumped in her seat slightly- At the sudden raised tone of Jaclyn, now her expression changed to a guilty one. Immediately avoiding any type of eye contact with him, right before he was about to go off on the kid- He was interrupted,

"Jaclyn- Willows? Dr. Ron is wanting to see you now," Another Woman, most likely the one that sits at the desk. Had walked in, stepping aside from a sliding door. Jaclyn let a shaky sigh go under his breathe, as he stood up making his way into the room- Where'st the Psychologist most likely would be, looking around. The room was decorated with more darker colors, such as dark browns. Blacks and greens from which were plants, Jaclyn proceeded to sit down on one of the black leathered seats. The Doctor, was seated across from him.

"Hello, it's been a while Jaclyn. So, tell me. What's been going on lately?" The Doctor went on,

"... It's.. Been hectic, a few weeks ago I had dropped out of High School. Too much stress for me, ya know?.. Then I woke up to finding my Girlfriend had taken leave, taking pretty much half of my shit along with her's. She supposively moved in with some other guy, to top it all off. My Mother had kicked me out, so I'm living alone in a apartment." Jaclyn slouched over slightly in the seat, his hands buried in his face.

"That's a lot too take in all at once... How's the medication working for you? The one I told you too take for you're Split Personality," Dr. Ron leaned forward,

"They're working fine..." Jaclyn had only lied a little bit, they did work. It's just, he didn't want to have his dosage highered from what it already was...

The clock striked 9:00 PM, as Jaclyn was returning back to the Apartment. The sky was already pretty dark, a few small dots of white splattered across the sky. The air was damp and cold, cold enough to see you're own breathe in the air.

Jaclyn stuck his hands into his jean pockets, hunching over just a tad. At a time like this, barely any cars passed by. His medication was already wearing off by now, which left him with Dizzy/Tired side effects. Stumbling around every now and then, his eyes would slowly began to close til he forced them open. Trying to stay awake, blacking out in the middle of the side walk wasn't the best of ideas.

A few loud foot steps sounded behind him, This made Jaclyn's blood shot eyes shoot open, no one really ever dared to walk around outside alone. Especially at the time of night, most likely because of the Chavs that lived around these parts. He started walking faster, tensing up. The foot steps grew louder and closer from behind, that is til he could feel breathing down his neck. That's when he jumped up, right about ready to bolt for it- But before he could even get the chance, he was ripped back by his hood. The grip was rather strong too, Jaclyn panicked. As he was forcefully turned around, meeting face to face with the Man. Whom was dressed rather slobbily,

"Run! Run!" The voices repeated, ongoing- They never stopped, instead they got louder.

"Give me all ya got kid" The Man spoke in a deep tone, in his hand he held a knife in his grip. Jaclyn backed up, as the Man proceeded to back him up- So that he'd be off the side walk, onto the road. He pulled his hands up almost as in defense,

"I- I- Don't have anything to give!" Jaclyn stuttered out, the Man with the Knife gave a glare. Grabbing him by the collar of his pale red Pullover, pulling him closer. He held the shiny blade of the Knife against his neck, as the Man began to search around in his pockets. Eventually pulling out a orange pill bottle-The last of his medication, along with a wallet- Which didn't have very much money in it, the Man proceeded to stuff both things in his pocket.

"Hey! Y-you can take the wallet but give me back the fuckin' pills mate!" He growled, he needed those pills. At least to keep Whisper and the others silent for a while, the Man chuckled rolling his eyes. Head lights brightened up the dark road, Jaclyn's attention snapped towards the car. Within a blink of an eye, he was forcefully pushed out into the middle of the road. Staring at the on coming headlights.

"BANG!" A loud slam sounded, as Jaclyn was hit- Tossed over top of the silver colored car, his body tumbled behind the car. Onto the hard pavement, the squealing of the tires echoed through the street. Rubber burning from the tire against the pavement, as the Driver was trying to swerve they're way passed Jaclyn- Which ended up in a disaster either way, the window of the Drivers seat was shattered quiet badly. The Driver lost control of the wheel, swerving into the steel railing of the road. Smoke steamed from the front trunk of the car, the Driver- Not seemingly moving at all.

"Die, die, die, die, DIE, BLEED OUT, BleEd, ouT-" The voices seemingly got even more aggressive.

Jaclyn winced in horrendous pain, blood trickling down from his head- Making a trail of crimson blood which slid down his forehead, his vision began to blacken at the corners. His heart dropped a few beats- Slowing down, almost everything around him seemed to be in slow motion. A faint ringing in his ears, the sound of the rubber burning and squealing against the pavement- Sounded in his mind. Although his body went numb from the sudden pain that surged through him, he was pretty sure he had maybe broken something in the process- Of being flung back and hitting the pavement like that. Although he couldn't tell-... Forcing himself up onto his shaking legs, it failed a few times. But he managed to get back up onto his feet, stumbling on over towards the car that hit him. Blood running down his chin from his mouth, his blood covered hand held onto the back of the car. As he helped himself over to the Drivers side, looking into the window. His eyes gone wide, he expected to see someone he's never seen before. But- Rather in reality it was Amanda,

"You killed her! It's you're fault! FAulT, all yours, you just killed someone... Killed, you murder!" They began to go yell inside Jaclyn's mind.

Amanda. His ex, sat in the Drivers seat. Knocked unconscious- Maybe.. Even dead, her long brown messy hair- Which covered half her blood covered face, it looks as if the air bag was one of the causes of this. It looked as if, the air bag had crushed her ribs inwards. Jaclyn gagging at everything he was witnessing-. Her seat belt looked to be locked in place- Which might of suffocated her, Jaclyn tugged at the door handle. Trying to get inside the car-, it wouldn't budge. Stumbling back, his legs giving out underneath him. As he hit the pavement, was it his fault for her death? Although she left him, he couldn't get over her. She was the only person that helped him- When he needed it most... These were his last thoughts before completely blacking out...

Jaclyn woke up to a bright light blinding him when first opening his eyes, groaning. Trying to pull his arm up to cover his eyes, yet in return. Yelled out in pain, when even attempting to. A Nurse rushing on in at the yelling, trying to calm him back down. Once his vision adjusted to the light, he noticed he was in a hospital. A Nurse towering over top of him, a worried expression on her tan complexion.

"You won't be here for long... Don't worry, I'll give you some pain killers- And you can leave if you wish, you don't have any broken bones. You're just in severe pain," Pure bullshit he called on it quietly, he was sure he broke something in a fall like that. But he wasn't going to complain, he just wanted to get out of this place. Nodding towards the Nurse, she turned running out of the room.

"She's going to poison you! Kill you! Jump out the window, NOW, do it, do it, do it, do it, NO- DOn't do it, don't, don't. DO IT-" Jaclyn grabbed the sides of his head, growling lowly. They were starting to irritate him even more then before.

The Nurse coming back quite quickly, with a pill in her hand. Picking up the water on the table next to his bed, she handed him both the pill and the water. Jaclyn slowly sat himself up, groaning in pain as he did so. Tilted his head back, knocking the pill into his mouth- Pouring water in. To wash the pill down, the Nurse had went towards a small closet- Pulling it open. She pulled out a black pullover hoodie- With red sleeves and a hood, along with black jeans, as she headed back over to Jaclyn. Setting the clothes down on the edge of his bed, she gave a warm smile. Before heading on out of the room... Jaclyn wobbled on out of the Bathroom, dressed in his clothes. Slipping on his shoes, as he began to leave the Hospital.

He felt different, not his usual self. More or so- The feeling he'd get when switching Personalities with Whisper, that feeling of being pushed down in his own body. Feeling of being small and powerless over you're own body, this worried him slightly. He tried to puzzle back the pieces of what happened last night, he couldn't remember really much of what had happened. All he remembered was being hit by a car, but surely enough- Whisper might of known...

`A boy, maybe around his age came shuffling out of a hospital room. Jaclyn stopped in his tracks, something clicked in his head. The short red hair of the boy was enough to make him realize- That was Amanda's new 'Boyfriend' The one that she left him for, his fists clenching as they shook. That burning feeling of Whisper washing over him,

"Kill him, we dare you, you probably don't even have the guts for it! PathetIC! DO IT" Jaclyn gritted his teeth, he slowly began to slip away from being in control now. Whisper slowly started ripping at the seams, craving to be in control of Jaclyn's body and actions. Which came soon enough, since the variety of voices had been distracting him- From what Whisper was about to do, Jaclyn was oblivious, as he started quietly following after the red haired boy. Jaclyn was no longer in control, it felt like he was trapped- In his own body at this point. The more Jaclyn was trapped for, the more he started to get the realization of what had happened last night. The screeching of the tires, the glass shattering. The imagine of Amanda, all this burning hatred grew inside of him. Making Whispers chances of holding control over his body- Even more so stronger now,

He followed him outside of the building, turning every corner the boy would turn. He was most likely heading back to the house he had 'Moved' Into with Amanda, the odd thing was. He didn't seem upset or really anything, this act slowly started to piss Jaclyn off more. It was quite obvious Whisper was enjoying feeling Jaclyn's burning hatred, the only reason why he kept following the kid.

The ginger kid had taken another path, within a narrow alleyway. It was a 4 path alleyway, meaning. 4 paths that would take you individually into other alleys, Whisper saw this as a perfect scenery. Especially for what he had been craving to do all this time, the kids foot steps stopped. Whisper immediately halting, it took a few seconds. Before the ginger haired kid bursted out into a bolt- Down the alley, Whisper followed after quite quickly. Catching up to him, reaching. As he ripped him back, the kid let out a wail. Hitting the ground from being pulled back so hard, Whisper walked towards him.

"Fancy seeing you Oliver" A wide toothed grin slapped across Whisper's face, The kid stared up at him backing away.

"Yo- I don't want any troubl- Jaclyn? What the fuck happened to you-" His voice trailed off, this wasn't Jaclyn. At All, instead. Whisper had full control of Jaclyn's body now, turning his body into his inner self. The white hair, the pinned red pupils. The extremely red eye bags, that was all Whisper. It was like he was a completely different person.

"Mate- This ain't Jaclyn- At least, not anymore" A wicked laughter echoed through the empty alley, he crept towards Oliver. Whom scooted away from him, Oliver frantically looked about. A crowbar leaning against a broken down car not too far from him- Oliver desperately getting up to his feet. Bolting over, snatching it. As Whispers come at him straight away, Oliver swung the crowbar at him. The hook like edge piercing into his shoulder, a loud bare toothed scream came from Whispers. All the while, Jaclyn was the one screaming. Whispers felt none of the pain, but Jaclyn felt it. A lot worse then from what it actually was, Whispers yanked at the crowbar. Ripping it out from where it stuck into, Oliver whipping around ready to bolt- Before he could. He was ripped back, yanked by his hair. A loud cry sounding, as the hook of the crowbar bashed into the back of Oliver's head. Kicking him against the brick wall, swinging the metal crowbar over and over again- The back of his head wasn't even recognizable, soon enough- A pink textured color was exposed from inside Oliver's horribly disfigured head, his brain. The loud and gruesome crunching of bones echoed through the alleyways. Which were followed by the short breathed screams- Which ended up going silent after a while. The body hitting the cold cement, Whispers hadn't stopped. He kept bashing the crowbar into Oliver's face now, the one impact of the hook- Had sunk into Oliver's left eye socket- Or right above it I should say, he teared and forcefully pushed the crowbar further in. Tearing and cracking the bones apart, til a loud pop sounded. Oliver's green glazed over eye popped out of it's socket, it hung there by the optic nerve. Jaclyn felt sick to his stomach having to watch Whispers do this- Yet Whispers had a wide sharp toothed grin across his face, he was oddly enough enjoying this.

A loud scream from someone else down the alleyway could be heard, which made Whispers stop disfiguring Oliver. A young girl, was running in the opposite direction. Screaming for help, obviously because of what she saw Whispers doing.

Whispers turned the other way, taking the crowbar with him. As he bolted down the narrow alley, getting out onto the sidewalk. Running across the road, obviously going back to the Apartment. He had to run to the back of the Apartment to get in, in case they're might of been people in the front. Jaclyn now- Was nothing more then a mere faint voice, just like how Whispers was. Ever since Whispers had been created, He longed the idea of being in control of Jaclyn. He wanted his body for his own- And that's what was happening right now...

Dropping the bloody crowbar to the white carpet, as he bolted into the Apartment room. The door shut behind him, he scrambled through the black bag on the table.

"What if I told ye- It twas ya fault, for ya girlfriend's death? Heh- I'm just helping ya get rid of ya guilt mate, not only that... But you, yourself. I just used ya, all this time. Ye've trusted me, all I wanted from you was ye're own body. I wanna know what it feels like to be at least Human- And I'm gonna get what I want, you. Can't. Stop. Me." He stated out loud as he looked for 4 certain things, Jaclyn's faded voice was screaming at him- Crying, begging for Whispers to reconsider this. How could he do this to him?! His own creation, his only Friend!... Turning against him. Jaclyn had already caught onto what he was about to do-, Whispers was going to purposely overdose, trying to kill Jaclyn off. So that he'd have the body completely to himself, as he positioned the needle to his neck. The syringe that had been filled half way with the melted liquid within it- Pushing down the flat end, injecting the drug into his blood system. The neck being the most risky place for such a thing,

All those same side effects of the heroin kicked in, Whispers was going to have to face half of the consequences- Just to get what he wanted, his legs going weak and numb- His skin turning a tint of blue, as his heart beat dropped down. His legs giving out underneath him. As he collapsed to the ground, the whole room spinning slowly around him. The two hearts in which he felt beating inside him- One of them had completely stopped beating all together, leaving one- To be the rightful heart of this new body now...