Chapter 1

I was twenty-years old and a struggling writer who is suffering from severe writer's block. I have nothing to write about in my next novel. My agents are getting impatient. they say if i don't have the novel finished soon, i'm the one who will be finished instead. I tried to become inspired but it was no use. i went to theaters, listened to music, took long walks in the park and around the city. still nothing. not even the memories would help because they reveal sinister things that no one must know. I grew to hate that lifestyle, everyday bores and such, and i felt no happiness. Not since that day. the day that i grew to regret.

I went to a bar and ordered a whisky. it was the only thing that can satisfy my sorrows and anger. i'm twenty years old and i'm already a failure. Then i encounter two gentlemen that are behind me. It was Bugs Meriden and his right hand man Rudy. They have been all over my back since the day i wronged them in front of a whole crowd during a renaissance fair two years back. They tried to beat me to brokenness, but i only bend at their words. after i unbend from their laughter, i walked away, leaving them steaming in their anger. that's not going to happen this time.

After their usual words attacked me, I said nothing and then i left, only to be grabbed by the left arm and get smacked in the head. I fell backwards and landed on a table, causing it to catapult jugs of beer in the air and on someone in the bar. After a sailor laughed, the beer-covered thug punches him in the face. Soon a bar fight took place, with tons of men and women, including Bug and Rudy, starts to throw punches at each other and breaking chairs on their backs. I managed to slip away from the fight and escape from the bar before the authorities arrived.

I went back to my apartment, only to be stopped by the landlady McAddler. She complained about the rent i haven't paid since three weeks ago. She starting to get angry enough to kill me before she can throw me out. I almost have the money, just need a little more. I kept walking up the stairs until i got to my door. My room was as empty my young heart. I layed on the bed for the night and went to sleep, awaiting for dreams for they are the only things that give me comfort and joy. Unless the nightmare come and haunt me.