Rot in hell, psycho.

“Have a seat.” Ross frowned. “We’ve been through this problem again and again, you go in, and there will be two men at the front desk. Two shots, fast and easy. Follow through into the corridor and past three doors. There will be a door on the right, open it. There will be a man sat in a chair. Take him down swiftly. Evacuate.

 

“And what if I fail?” Frank responded. “You won’t, if you know what’s good for you, at least.”

 

“Stop thinking, you think too much. If you find yourself stressed and angry maybe your slight problems have arisen and are overcoming you. Just push them out, not back down into yourself.”

 

I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I can’t do this.

I can’t do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I’m ready.

 

A black pinstripe suit, a business card, and a Beretta. A Fair-lady and a full tank of gas.

Long stretch towards Chicago.

 

“My problems haven’t always been major. Now they are, it’s not the “little things” anymore doc. It’s a giant heap of pressure on my shoulders. I have matters in my head that literally no one will ever know but me and it’s not little things. If I tell anyone, well I can’t. I just can’t doc. Pushing out my little things isn’t a problem. Once I push my little things out though big things arise. I don’t know where to go doc. I’m not built for this”

 

“Is work bothering you, son? You always have the option to quit the job.”

 

“It’s not that easy, doc.”

 

“Hello, sir, would you like your windows cleaned?” This guy sure was curious. He was persistent too. “Yes, I would like my windows cleaned.” Social interaction isn’t the easiest at the moment. I’m on a coaster up, when will I come crashing down? One more stretch towards Chicago. This is my time to show I can prove myself. I am worthy. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.

 

“Listen, I want to recommend you a medication, Menabenzine. Take one when you rise in the morning and when you set at night.”

 

“Are you sure this will work?”

 

“Positive.”

 

Chicago, “The Windy City”. Winds come, winds go. “Hello, sir, how are you today?” Why are all these workers everywhere I go so curious, what’s going on? Checking into my suite I found a note on the bathroom counter. “Time for bed!” It read. How curious. The morning will come and tomorrow I will be wanted, I will succeed. I can do this.

 

“If you notice any strange side effects, contact us immediately. For this medication is somewhat new to the long list of anti-depressants.”

 

“Okay, doc”

 

One pill when I set at night. One pill when I rise in the morning. My dreams were interesting. They had little to do with what my mind’s been focused on. A click, a slump, a roar, I was headed towards Oaklyn Inc. Today was my big day. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.

 

“There have been a minor amount of reports of hallucinations, or that Menabenzine can trigger hidden mental disorders, such as Schizophrenia.”

 

“What is Schizophrenia?”

 

Ross keeps telling me I will succeed. I hear him in my head. “You can do this, you can do this, you can do this.” I am focused and ready. Two bangs, a few footsteps, another bang, a click and more footsteps. The outside world feels lively today. The birds are alive, the birds are alive. You can do this. What can I do? Ross? Please remind me what it is I’m doing. I am leaving? I am leaving.

 

“It is a mental disorder in the brain causing the person to hear, see, taste, or smell false entities.”

 

“Interesting, well thanks doc for the meds. Have a good day.”

 

“You too, Frank”

 

What is that noise, doc? Doc? Ross? Please tell me. “Run, Frankie, run. Just run away Frankie.” Doc? Ross? What’s happening? “It’s okay if you don’t remember.” What are those sirens? Run. Run. Run. Run. I can do this. A bang, a cry for agony, footsteps, a raise of the boot, a squish. Doc? What’s going on? Where do I go? Am I in trouble? “The police” Run. Run. Run.

 

“One when you rise, one when you set, two when you rise, two when you set. Three when you rise, five when you set.”

 

“Tasty white capsules.”

 

Will I be okay? Why is this room so cold? Why can’t I go? Doc? Ross?

 

“Yes. He was beaten and molested as a young boy. All done by his step-father, Ross. Horrible, right?”

 

“Damn no! This man, schizo or not, brutally murdered four police officers and two by-standers.”

 

Ross? Doc? I can see you behind these bars! Hahahaha! This is a crazy prank. Doc! I need more meds! Doc!

 

“Have a nice life, psycho. Rot in hell.”

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