A lost mad man [Peter]
Posted: 14 Jun 2015, 03:43
Sean sat back at the hotel he had checked into earlier that morning. Pacing the floor in front of the small room, in front of the TV that didn’t even work. He had just been about to jump in the shower but had seen a bug, a roach and it had him a bit shaken up. The man worked at getting himself calm, taking deep calming breaths. Only then would he have a go at a shower and everything was actually going well, until the very end. A single roach came up from where the water drained, then two more and soon enough hundreds and what looked to be thousands. This was an oh too familiar hallucination, one of the first sorts that plagued him. Bugs, unseen bugs that had been the first key to his madness. In the shower, a panic attack hit as he was covered by the nightmare. Falling from the shower, the hard hit to the floor had been enough to make the delusion vanish. Still the man was still very shaken up.
Jumping to his feet, with a small cringe of fighting through the pain, Sean headed out into the crummy room and quickly dressed. Making hast of hiding his bag of belongings back up in the ceiling tiles. Grabbing two full packs of cigarettes and a lighter before heading out of the room. Lighting one of the cancer sticks, he took a long drag before locking the door as the cig hung in his lips. Just as the dead bolt clicked, Sean heard his first, looking over he would see the image, the figment of his mind. The unseen man to everyone but him. He looked just like Sean, perhaps he was what the man thought he should be or maybe everything he would hate himself to be. Your such a ******* pansy. Bugs? Really? How can you be afraid of a bug? The hallucination spoke as it held up his hand, a overly large crawled over his fingers. Sean took a few more drags off his cig, casting a glare in his direction. “Spiders are arachnids….” Like that even mattered? The delusion was taunting him and Sean was doing what he shouldn’t, he was openly responding to his crazy mind, as it encouraging it to further make his life miserable.
He began walking then, no set destination, he just had to get away from that awful room. The idea of him finding any rest tonight seemed unlikely. He needed to find a place to get some caffeine and preferably not a ****** cup of coffee. His hallucination followed close beside Sean as he walked. The one cig would be finished and another would be light up in its place. He was a chain smoker, no doubt about it. You really think caffeine will keep you awake? Could try some speed, black beauties. That could be fun? “I don’t do drugs…” What only the legal ones? Caffeine and nicotine? What’s next? Alcohol? The figment of his mental mind questioned and laughed. Sean just continued to smoke, heavy and hard. You really think those help? As this was said, Sean would give him a sideways glance, his eyes full of hate.
He walked quite a way and he had smoked nearly half a pack of cigarettes. Only slowing when he realized he might not be able to find his way back to the hotel easily. The hallucination found this amusing and laughed, he had been hounding him the whole venture and Sean had been doing his best to ignore him. Enough had been enough to finally press an annoyed response then. “Just shut up, shut the **** up! I can’t take it any more….” Said before his free hand rubbed over his face and through his hair. He had to calm himself down, didn’t need to break and possibly make an even bigger scene then he already had. Not that the streets were over crowded. Sean actually hadn’t seen anyone for a few blocks now but heard something then and the hallucination would wave to Sean and speak a few taunting words before vanishing. Have fun explaining such a crazy outburst. What kind of crazy person talks to himself? “I ******* hate you…” Said under his breath, not that it mattered, his delusion needed him to speak such a thing aloud.
Jumping to his feet, with a small cringe of fighting through the pain, Sean headed out into the crummy room and quickly dressed. Making hast of hiding his bag of belongings back up in the ceiling tiles. Grabbing two full packs of cigarettes and a lighter before heading out of the room. Lighting one of the cancer sticks, he took a long drag before locking the door as the cig hung in his lips. Just as the dead bolt clicked, Sean heard his first, looking over he would see the image, the figment of his mind. The unseen man to everyone but him. He looked just like Sean, perhaps he was what the man thought he should be or maybe everything he would hate himself to be. Your such a ******* pansy. Bugs? Really? How can you be afraid of a bug? The hallucination spoke as it held up his hand, a overly large crawled over his fingers. Sean took a few more drags off his cig, casting a glare in his direction. “Spiders are arachnids….” Like that even mattered? The delusion was taunting him and Sean was doing what he shouldn’t, he was openly responding to his crazy mind, as it encouraging it to further make his life miserable.
He began walking then, no set destination, he just had to get away from that awful room. The idea of him finding any rest tonight seemed unlikely. He needed to find a place to get some caffeine and preferably not a ****** cup of coffee. His hallucination followed close beside Sean as he walked. The one cig would be finished and another would be light up in its place. He was a chain smoker, no doubt about it. You really think caffeine will keep you awake? Could try some speed, black beauties. That could be fun? “I don’t do drugs…” What only the legal ones? Caffeine and nicotine? What’s next? Alcohol? The figment of his mental mind questioned and laughed. Sean just continued to smoke, heavy and hard. You really think those help? As this was said, Sean would give him a sideways glance, his eyes full of hate.
He walked quite a way and he had smoked nearly half a pack of cigarettes. Only slowing when he realized he might not be able to find his way back to the hotel easily. The hallucination found this amusing and laughed, he had been hounding him the whole venture and Sean had been doing his best to ignore him. Enough had been enough to finally press an annoyed response then. “Just shut up, shut the **** up! I can’t take it any more….” Said before his free hand rubbed over his face and through his hair. He had to calm himself down, didn’t need to break and possibly make an even bigger scene then he already had. Not that the streets were over crowded. Sean actually hadn’t seen anyone for a few blocks now but heard something then and the hallucination would wave to Sean and speak a few taunting words before vanishing. Have fun explaining such a crazy outburst. What kind of crazy person talks to himself? “I ******* hate you…” Said under his breath, not that it mattered, his delusion needed him to speak such a thing aloud.