All I wanted was an escape. I was sick of being good old Dr. Henry Jekyll. I needed something exciting in my life. I apologize to those I have hurt and to those I will hurt in the future. My two months of sobriety were the most peaceful of my life.. until the relentless itching occurred; the itching to once again embrace my evil half.
“Think of it: I did not even exist! Let me but escape into my laboratory door; give me but a second or two to mix and swallow the draught that I had always standing ready; and, whatever he had done, Edward Hyde would pass away like the stain of breath upon a mirror, and there in his stead, quietly at home trimming the midnight lamp in his study, a man who could afford to laugh at suspicion, would be Dr. Henry Jekyll” (Stevenson 89).
The images I have witnessed through mine own eyes at scenes Mr. Hyde painted make me sick and I regret everything I have ever done. But, even so, I cannot simply stop. I would admit myself into a rehabilitation center for this if such a thing existed. Sure, they have them for split personalities, but not in the literal sense such as my case is. I cannot just quit. I am addicted to Mr. Hyde, and I am afraid to say that he might just be taking over completely. The little appearances he has made in the past without aid from the potion are occurring more regularly now. Soon, my body will be taken over entirely by none other than my own creation, Edward Hyde.
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