The next day proved to be more eventful than the last. After coming home from visiting his future home, he was confronted by his parents wondering where he had been for the past five hours. Apparently they hadn’t bought his hanging out with friends excuse. Instead of lying more John decided to go with the partial truth. He told them honestly it was nothing for them to worry about and that it would all make sense by next Monday. Continue reading “Chapter 3”
Monday morning brought grogginess, most likely due to the night time events and the lack of sleep he had received. John, went to his dresser to grab cloths, routing through his dresser next to the closet for socks, tearing up everything to find a pair that simply looked similar not caring if they matched. After finding all that he needed, grabbed the now bundle of closes for the day and walked to the bathroom across the hall. John jumped in the shower and mentally prepared for the day. Nothing else happened without a shower. John had figured this out during one of his down months. After a shower he was able the push himself through the rest of the day no matter how hard it got. Maybe it had something to due with the warm water, or the refreshing feel after you get out. Either way it helped unlike anything else. After stepping out, a wave of panic set in as his routine controlled brain immediately started to tell him that he was missing opening bell on the trading floor. John had to remind himself that he Continue reading “Chapter 2”
This one I intend to run with for a while So give me feedback, please. I haven’t edited much so some parts might not make any senses. Please tell me if you see a part like that.
John awoke in a cold sweat, the nightmare that had plagued his thoughts and muddled his mind for so many years had just resurfaced for its nightly appearance in his dreams. In fact, he had become so accustomed to this recurring dream that he had trained himself into knowing that it was a dream, in fact, he had become so numb to this event sometimes he just waited till it was over with a blind indifference. The dream was a simple one, he was laying in his bed with his back to his room facing his wall. He could feel a presence behind him walking closer. When he was younger he would turn around and try and escape from the man now trying to grab him but found it hard to move. Once the man was able to grab him he would wake up in a shock. Most of the time his covers were thrown about everywhere, and he would be shivering with sweat. Now when this dream popped up in his head he was able to clearly see it as a dream. Unable to scream, move fast or punch. So he wouldn’t turn around to greet the man instead he would wait for the cold hand to touch his shoulder so he would jerk awake. Continue reading “Chapter 1”