Jekyll's POV
My gaze was glued to the ceiling as the early morning light seeped through my window. I lay in a pile of my bed covers, pillows thrown off the bed, drenched in sweat. This was the best-case scenario to wake up in considering where I had been waking up the past few nights. I’ve woken up in the middle of the woods, in bars, in other people's houses, all because of damn Edward Hyde. He wouldn’t let me go. I looked up, just making sure I was actually in my room. I noticed that Hyde didn’t seem to change, as I was still in my normal clothes. That also meant that Hyde was wearing my clothes. The stench of smoke and whiskey wafted off of it, knocking my head back onto the mattress.
He tried to hurt everyone I loved, which is why I locked myself in this pitiful house. I could not let the slightest possibility of my friend's harm slide. Especially Gabrial.
Gabriel John Utterson. The guilt of leaving him alone was eating me alive. The thought of leaving him alone killed me more than Hyde ever will. It was my only wish that I could talk to him one more time, to tell him how much I appreciated him before I died. It was inevitable at this point. Every day Hyde grew stronger, crushing me until I could no longer get back up to fight. But I knew I had to. For the sake of my family, my employees, my friends, and Gabriel. My dear Gabriel.
The guilt felt like a dagger in my chest, fear only twisting it. I just wanted to see his face, I wanted to feel his arms around me, protecting me from the vicious life of Edward Hyde. I needed to hear his soft voice, telling me that he can’t hurt me as long as he is there. And yet that was impossible without putting him in harm's way.
I felt so hopeless. Without Gabriel I am nothing. I came from nothing, I am nothing, and all I will amount to nothing but a monster. I just wanted to leave this behind.
Within the pits of hopelessness, I heard a knock on the door. I gripped the sheets of my bed and clutched them close to my tightening chest. My breaths became deep and shaky as the knocking continued. I gave my housekeepers the week off, and I doubted this person would leave until that door opened.
I crawled off my bed, almost falling to the ground before untangling the sheets from my leg. I patted my wrinkled shirt down as I skipped down the stairs, groaning at the pain in my limbs. I ran my hand through my hair as I dreaded the slightest human interaction. I see a blurry figure through the stained glass on the door. I opened the door, squinting at the sudden brightness.
“Dr. Henry Jekyll?” A man asked. I blinked a few times to adjust to the light before looking at him. I recognized his postal uniform. Who on earth would want to send me a letter?
“Yes? Did something come for me?” I replied, a wave of dizziness hitting me. I discreetly leaned on the door to avoid passing out in front of this poor man.
“Yes, sir. A letter. No name as to who it’s from, just yours and your address,” He informed me, handing me a letter. My brows furrowed, and I snatched the envelope out of his hand. I rest my gaze on the parchment.
‘My dear Henry Jekyll’, Hurriedly scribbled, though the handwriting was unignorable. It was Gabriel. Happiness and excitement flood my senses as I thank the postman and close the door, my mood already lifted. Before I realized the potential contents of the envelope.
“He’s had enough with you,” I heard a voice whisper in my ear. Chills travel down my spine.
“I knew I should have taken the drugs…” I whimpered. “Go away, Hyde. You can’t be sure,” I said back, marching to my living room. I set the letter down on the couch, pacing back and forth debating what to do.
“He’s leaving you, he doesn’t see the point in wasting his time with you,” Hyde taunted. My hands started to shake.
“Fuck off, Hyde! You d-don’t know that!” I yelled at him, fear cracking my voice.
“Maybe I don’t, but you do. You’re a horrible person. You were never there for him, why would he be there for you?” My chest tightened as I fell to the carpeted floor. I screamed at him, wanting to rip him out of my head.
“You thought he might love you back. You’re a fool. It’s a sin. You’re disgusting. You’re a mistake. He will never love you.” The agonizing frustration beat through my veins, throwing tears down my face as my cries echoed throughout the room. I heard him laugh, I heard him cackle as he fueled the fire in me. The letter was forgotten on the couch, its contents still unknown.
Then I felt it. The fading of my consciousness. The desperation to stay in control.
“Hyde, no. Please don’t do this,” I begged, my voice strained as my vision started to blur. I heard no response, I only felt the tornado that swirled around us until I was ripped off the wheel. I fell into darkness, knowing Hyde was in charge.
“Mr. Hyde?” I heard Poole say. I wanted to yell out to him, but I was fading from the real world.
“Mr. Poole. I was under the impression that the staff had a week's paid vacation,” He said in his dark, gravelly voice that still sent chills through me still.
“Yes, everyone was quite pleased that they could have a week with their family. But I couldn’t help but worry about Dr. Jekyll. He hasn’t been himself as of late. Is there a chance I could speak with him?” I could feel Hyde’s anger and frustration growing, dragging my fear with it.
“He’s just asleep at the moment, sir. Long night I suppose. You say you are concerned, how so?” Hyde growled, his fists balling.
“Well to start, he hasn’t left the house in weeks. He stopped attending his dinner parties and he stopped writing to Mr. Utterson. He used to do so quite frequently. In fact, he has almost completely cut him out. I can only imagine how he feels,” Poole sighed. I felt so guilty. Not only was I hurting Poole, who was a good man, but others had recognized that I was hurting my closest friend. Which brought me back to the letter.
“Gabriel’s Letter…” I called to Hyde. I felt his attention drift to the couch where it lay.
“Well if you see him, Mr. Hyde, can you pass on these concerns?” He asked. I felt Hyde push on a fake smile and nod, rolling his eyes the second Poole’s back was turned. Once we heard the backdoor open and close, marking Poole’s leaving, Hyde stomped over to the couch, snatching the letter Gabriel had sent.
“Don’t touch that Hyde! It’s not for you, it’s for me!” I yelled in his head, knowing it was more useful to yell at a brick wall. I tried taking the body back or at least trying to get him to go to my lab to get the drugs that keep me in control. All with no prevail.
He tore open the envelope, ripping out its contents to read it. Gabriel’s pages were now in his hand. He tore through them as fast as he could read them, which was not very fast. He scanned them, probably not attaining much information from them. But I was...
