Devi scrubbed the wall in her daughter's room until her arms felt as if
they were going to fall off. Johnny walked in and glanced at the wall. "No
luck huh?" he asked. She backed away and shoved the sponge in his face. "No
fucking luck at all!! I don't get it! That shit does not want to come
off!!" she said marching out of the room. "Damn" he said looking up at the
bloody print on the wall. Not a single speck of it had worn away.
"I'm going down to the hardware store, I'm just going to paint over the fucker." Devi said pulling on her coat. Johnny sat on the bed and gazed at it. "Did I do this? Did I paint this on the wall?" Johnny wondered standing up and moving closer to it. Something dragged him towards it. He put his hand up to it. An electric charge ran through his body paralyzing him sending wild thoughts through his mind. Pictures of his past, people he had killed, people he had loved. Images of torture. The feeling of hate. The feeling of rejection. Years of pain that he had long shut out were recovered in less than a second. Johnny screamed out in horror. "Oh god!!" he shouted.
He fell back to the ground with a loud thud. He felt as if he were spiraling and yet he was unable to move. His whole body shook rapidly. Devi walked in and droop the can of paint and lacquer to the floor. "Oh my god!! He's having a seizure!!!" Devi squeak dropping to the floor trying to hold down Johnny's shaking body. When he finally stopped shaking a small stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. She rested her head on his chest. "Please don't be dead, oh please don't die!" she begged hot tears formed in the corners of her eyes. A slow steady beat came from his chest. He was still alive. "Oh, thank god!" she said aloud.
15 minutes later a group of paramedics raced into the small apartment. "Ma'am we'd like to ask you a few questions if that's alright with you." A tall dark-skinned man asked Devi. She nodded. "Ok, is this his first episode? He doesn't have a history of epilepsy?" he asked calmly. "No, he's healthy." She said in a choked voice. "Does he have a history of drug or alcohol abuse?" he asked. "NO! HE WAS A CLEAN MAN! WHAT DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND YOU FUCK! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHATS WRONG YOU'RE THE DOCTOR YOU TELL ME!" Devi screamed in his face.
"Ma'am, please calm down." He said stepping away. Epiphany walked through the front door and looked around. "umm...mom, what's wrong with dad!" she asked frightened. "Nothing he'll be ok." One of the doctors said. "Shut up" epiphany said running into her mothers arms crying.
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"I'm going down to the hardware store, I'm just going to paint over the fucker." Devi said pulling on her coat. Johnny sat on the bed and gazed at it. "Did I do this? Did I paint this on the wall?" Johnny wondered standing up and moving closer to it. Something dragged him towards it. He put his hand up to it. An electric charge ran through his body paralyzing him sending wild thoughts through his mind. Pictures of his past, people he had killed, people he had loved. Images of torture. The feeling of hate. The feeling of rejection. Years of pain that he had long shut out were recovered in less than a second. Johnny screamed out in horror. "Oh god!!" he shouted.
He fell back to the ground with a loud thud. He felt as if he were spiraling and yet he was unable to move. His whole body shook rapidly. Devi walked in and droop the can of paint and lacquer to the floor. "Oh my god!! He's having a seizure!!!" Devi squeak dropping to the floor trying to hold down Johnny's shaking body. When he finally stopped shaking a small stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. She rested her head on his chest. "Please don't be dead, oh please don't die!" she begged hot tears formed in the corners of her eyes. A slow steady beat came from his chest. He was still alive. "Oh, thank god!" she said aloud.
15 minutes later a group of paramedics raced into the small apartment. "Ma'am we'd like to ask you a few questions if that's alright with you." A tall dark-skinned man asked Devi. She nodded. "Ok, is this his first episode? He doesn't have a history of epilepsy?" he asked calmly. "No, he's healthy." She said in a choked voice. "Does he have a history of drug or alcohol abuse?" he asked. "NO! HE WAS A CLEAN MAN! WHAT DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND YOU FUCK! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHATS WRONG YOU'RE THE DOCTOR YOU TELL ME!" Devi screamed in his face.
"Ma'am, please calm down." He said stepping away. Epiphany walked through the front door and looked around. "umm...mom, what's wrong with dad!" she asked frightened. "Nothing he'll be ok." One of the doctors said. "Shut up" epiphany said running into her mothers arms crying.
~ MORE TO COME SOON SO STAY PUT OK!!!! ~