posted on May, 3 2004 @ 06:42 PM
He Awoke with his body in one of its horrible contorted states. Being used to this he jumped off the bed and whipped the sweat and blood soaked sheet
from the stained mattress.
He would have to get rid of it ,it was starting to smell.Only recently had the bleeding accompanied those all to real night terrors.
John wasnt sure where the blood came from , he would always check his entire body for the origin of the bleeding ,it just seemed to come out of his
pores.
He walked to the bathroom slowly and flicked on the light.
The mirror revealed a young man with green eyes ,dark hair,covered from head to toe in blood.
His pupils were so dialated that his iris seemed not to exist .
He figured this was a side affect of the night terrors along with the blood and incredible amounts of sweat.
The shower made him feel physically better but did little to ease the demons that minutes earlier had set his brain on fire.
He toweled off , went back to his bed,stood there and sighed .If someone had seen him in his earlier state they would have thought that he was a mad
man or a murderer.
John knew that if he put his night terrors into words and told a psychiatrist that they would at least temporarily put him in a mental hospital.
He picked up his bed sheet and examined it,the sheet was stained permanent.
Tommorrow he would purchase new sheets and a mattress ,this was routine.
Money was no problem for John ,his father was a famous televangelist who had been caught with his hands in the cookie jar,missing church funds,young
prostitutes and ties to organized crime eventually led to drug use ,then suicide.
They found him in a small seedy motel in Florida ,with a needle in his arm and a bible in his hand.
John was taken care of though and had several millions in his account . He wondered if going into a hospital wasnt the right thing to do and at least
maybe they could explain the blood and where it was coming from.
He had heard nothing but bad things about mental hospitals and he was almost sure thats where they would put him. He put this thought aside for
now.
Looking out his studio apartment at the Manhattan skyline made him feel small and alone.
The clock said 3:14 am on dresser,four hours sleep was better than none.
The old warehouse he lived in was purchased for a couple of hundred thousand, an additional seventy took care of the renovations and alarm system,he
had renovated almost the entire tenth floor and shored up some loose spots thru out the building.
The terrible screams had forced him to leave his last apartment. He knew then that his next residence would either have to be sound proof or isolated
from the rest of humanity.
to be continued:
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