John and Beatrice - A Story of Teenage Insanity

I’m gonna try and keep this short because it could potentially turn into a fucking essay. My name’s John. I was seventeen years, eight months and thirty days old when ended my own life by sticking a syringe full of heroin directly into my heart. But to be honest that’s completely irrelevant.

My twin sister Beatrice died when we were very young due to “complications”. I never forgot her but it never really affected me. That is until I started hearing her voice in my head, until she began appearing to me as real as anyone else I know, until I discovered that she could take over my entire body and actually did a better job of living my life than I ever could.

This is a collection of events in no particular order that transpired between meeting Beatrice for the first time and eventually... joining her.