Chapter 8

(Jen)

I regained control again with the girl called Jo that Violet, as my evil twin was now calling herself, had busted out of jail looking at me quizzically. The last few hours had been another nightmare where I had been aware but unable to control my body while Violet screwed up my life yet further. She had doomed me by running away from the police, there was no way I would be able to talk my way out of it now. I was a criminal on the run and no one would believe my story that I was being held hostage by some sort of weird evil twin who kept taking over my body. I barely believed it myself and I was the one being taken over. She had to have badly hurt that telepath and with her breakout I was certain no one would help me get rid of this evil troll living in my head.

"Who's waking up?" Jo asked.

'What should I say?' I wondered what would these people do when they found out I wasn't Violet the crazed psychopathic version of me they wanted. They were criminals and while Violet could wipe the floor with them I had no chance. I started backing away from them.

"What is it? What's wrong Violet?" Jo asked, who, like the rest of the group, was looking increasingly confused. I backed away more and they surrounded me.

"Your eyes are a different colour, what going on Vi?" she was starting to sound exasperated, with an edge of anger.

"I ... I'm not Violet ... I'm Jennifer," I stammered finding myself backed up against a wall.

"What!?" exclaimed Jo.

"Violet's sort of sleeping," I said trying to explain fighting back the tears. "She comes out makes me do things and ruins everything, I can't stop her."

I slowly slid down the wall as they all stared at me. I started crying in earnest, damn Violet for doing this to me if only I could hurt her, hurt her like she hurt me. Taking my head in my hands I started wailing. The horror of what was happing to me just too overwhelming. I wanted to be home with my friends and family not surrounded by ruthless cut-throat thieves, I wanted mum to hold me. More than anything I wanted to cause Violet pain and she was somewhere in my head, so I began hitting my head against the wall behind me. The physical pain felt oddly good it was a distraction from the mental pain.

The group around me were looking at me with a combination of worry, confusion, and a touch of fear. As far as they were concerned I had just wiped the floor with their strongest member, now I was acting like I was unhinged. They slowly backed away not sure what to do.

At this point while Jo and the others where puzzling over what was going on Jeff, who had recovered from his fight with Violet, threw a chair at me. It hit me across the head knocking me down, blood spraying out of my mouth. I was on the floor woozy for a bit then I passed out.