Wake Up

this is all off the top of my head ... Woefully Willfull

My name is Micheal Batton and my pathetic excuse for a life had a major turn around just a couple of weeks ago. Before I start I would like to say a little more about me. I am 35, I am a drug addict (my drug of choice is Heroin), I have no Money, I have no kids, no wife, i have no one who cares if I live or die, no one who cares if I woke up dead in a ditch one day. As you probably already figured out I am not living the ideal life, most of you would committ suicide if you were in my place, I actually already tried 2 times but for some reason God doesnt want me to die. I find it odd that God keeps me alive even though he hates me, i mean he has to hate me for giving me this s****y life. Well im sorry for boring you so lets get to the story...

I woke up in my two bedroom apartment with my head throbing, and I couldnt remember anything I did the night before. At first I thought that I just Drank way too much last night and I woke up with a hangover. But immediatly i could tell that it wasnt a hangover. I pulled the sheets off me and then walked, or wabled to my bathroom. My bathroom was just as s****y as I left it. With dirt all over and a weird smell that people would always complain about but I found it quite nice maybe because im used to it though. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I felt as though the world was spinning around me. Once the world ceased to spin, I held myself up via the sink. I felt so queezy that I turned on the faucett and splashed some water in my face. I then turned around and walked out to my room again. I got some clothes on, nothing special just a t shirt and some jeans. I proceeded to walk into the other room and i started to smell something horrible, ignoring it I walked through the door. What I saw in that room was horrible, I immediately threw up when i saw this sight of horror. Blood was splattered all over the room it was spread all over everything. There seemed to be the remains of a family left over. First thing I saw was a man or at least what i thought was a man in the corner that was sliced open with his guts on the floor and his limbs ripped from his body. A pool of blood underneath him. Next to him was a woman who was strapped to a chair. her neck was cut open and she was skewered from eye to ear. Her wrists were also slit and her organs were spread across the room. On the couch were two children, a boy and a girl, who were stabbed to death and their bodies were desecrated in a manner much like their parents.

This sight was so much to take in and I was so scared that i didnt move an inch for at least an hour.I thought to myself that I couldnt have done this I mean I am a sick man but I am not that fucked up. I was scared out of my mind. I didnt know what to think or what to do. I just kept on repeating "Oh My God" to myself. Once I found it in me to move I turned around and closed the door. I just kept on trying to calm myself. It is really weird though, even though i woke up to that horror this one memory just kept on replaying in my mind. It was when I was six years old and my mom took me to the park to play and i remember that day so well because it was one of the best memories i have ever had with my mom and i specifically remember that the park just installed in a new swing set and after my mom bought me some ice cream. that was a good day i wish i was there right now.

I just sat on the chair in my room thinking, not moving, all i could do was think about what had just happened and what i have just witnessed. After about two hours, there was a loud knock at the door. It was the police. I was so scared that I paniced. I didnt know what to do, what could i do? I was just pacing around the room for a good minute, the police continued to knock, they were being very persistant and i was so scared. Without thinking I went into my room and reached under my bed. there my hand would come across a gun that i have owned for a long time, it was already loaded. I then found myself with the gun at my head. I pulled the hammer back and fired.

THE END