FREEWRITE! - before i do my stat homework, just to get the creative juices flowing before i get stabbed in the soul with probability formulas.
this  is a rewrite of a fight club -esque story, written instead of from the narrator from fight club's eyes, but renee p.'s.

So this was it: I peered out over the skyline, the pink dusk fading into a velvet, choking blue, and I finally heard the familiar footsteps coming closer down the hall. The glass windows of this abandoned office building were musty, but from this height I could see clearly out, and down. Way down.

"Renee."

I turned around, slowly, and clenched my teeth. He was here, right on time, just as I had wanted, but this was not at all as I had imagined. Because he was getting stronger and I was fading away, he stood upright, beaming, while I sagged, fighting for composure in his midst. His clothes were expensive, the height of fashion, but the dirty, oversized rags I wore drowned my limp frame in fabric.

He was beautiful, undoubtedly. He had thick, black hair that fell with perfect grace across his forehead, and his midnight blue eyes ached to be kissed. He was me, the perfect me, with immaculately pale skin, the perfect muscles, the best clothes.

"Jaimy," I could barely murmur through weak lips. "You're here."

"You asked me to come here, didn't you?" His smirk was disgustingly bright, knowing so many things that I didn't. He was doing so many things I couldn't do anymore. I was just too weak. He was replacing me, and I was fading away.

"Yes," I said stiffly, but I merely stared at him. How was I supposed to say this...

"I've changed my mind," I said, "about everything. I'm taking my life back."

His smirk didn't waver. "Oh yeah? And what makes you think you can do that?"

I hesitated, unsure. Stammering, I blurted, "B-because I don't need you anymore. I've realized you're not who I thought you were. You're not me at all, you're someone totally different."

"But I am you," Jaimy replied lazily, reaching into his impeccable leather jacket and pulling out a small shotgun, which gleamed wickedly in the moonlight. "You made me, don't you remember? To be the perfect person that you so desperately craved to be? And now your imperfections and your mediocrity are dying, just like you had wanted. You can't afford to be imperfect any longer, my dear."

"No," I whispered, my bony limbs quivering. The shotgun in his hand aimed closer and closer to the center of my chest with each second I stared at it. Suddenly, my will to live gave me sudden strength. "NO!" I screamed. "NO! Everything you said was a lie!"

His beauty, which I once thought captivating, now made me want to vomit as his smirk grew into a razor-sharp, pristine grin. He was mocking me; he thought my efforts to resist him were comical.

So I ran. I blew past him, praying that my rash decision wouldn't end with a bullet in my brain, but he shouted behind me, "You can't escape me! Stop trying!"

My pathetic lungs began to sear, my legs throbbing. I couldn't look back, I swore to myself I wouldn't--

"Nice try."

I screamed. I blinked, putting my hands in front of my face, because he was right there in front of me.

"You can't get rid of me, so stop trying," he said again, and he dug into his pocket for a lighter to ignite the cigarette already perched between his pouting lips. "Remember when I wrote that scathing email about your dad to all your friends because you were angry? Remember when I made you sob in self-pity because you weren't as pretty as your best friend? You had felt so good inside after all that."

The blood drained from my face. I could feel it rushing into my toes.

He chuckled lightly, blowing out a veil of blue smoke from his cigarette. The fumes attacked my eyes, forcing tears to collect. Power built up from deep within my chest, and it came rushing out as a moist sob. "Jaimy…," I almost begged, backing up as each of my heavy footsteps traced dread. "Jaimy, please don't do this."

"But I must, Renee."

"You can't!" I screamed again, pressing a palm to each of my ears. I clamped my teeth and eyes together as tightly as I could, hoping beyond hope that it would just block him out.

BANG!

My eyes shot open. Was I dead?

"Open your eyes!" he yelled, the sly grin finally disappearing from his mouth. "What do you see? Huh? Tell me!"

I was cowering. Shaking. "I see... only you."

He smiled. "That's what everyone else sees too, darling. They don't see you anymore, and that's the way it's supposed to be. When I finally kill you, my dear," he said, eyeballing his shotgun and cocking it with two hands, the smoke quivering between his lips, "only the parts you wanted of yourself…that you never had…will be the only parts that will exist."

"N-no-no!" I cried. "You can't!"

"You knew it was coming, Renee-"

"Stop!"

"Will you just shut up and stand still-"

"JAIMY! STOP IT, STOP IT!"

The cigarette fell out of his mouth as he began to laugh. He laughed and laughed, striding towards me with open arms, trying to wrap his arms around me like any boy who just wanted his girlfriend to shut up, but I pushed him away.

"It's crazy what a person will do to survive," I managed between gasps for air. Between one breath and the next, my hand wrapped around the shotgun in his left hand, dangling aimlessly, and I yanked it from his grip. The point came to a nice resting position between his eyes. He only had a second to make a pinched face before the bullet blasted a hole through his skull.

He was dead.

I was alive. I watched my alter-ego collapse before my heaving body, his haunting blue eyes still open, a trickle of blood winding its way down the side of his chin.

I was Jaimy: straight-A student, piano prodigy, a poet, a face so beautiful that it made them all just weep.

He was me: lazy, susceptible to emotions and bouts of cowardice.

With one last glance over my shoulder as I walked down the hall and pressed the down button for the elevator, I witnessed what life would have been like with a better me. I watched it die. There can only be one me. I climbed into the elevator as the cigarette that had fallen out of Jaimy's lips began to catch fire.