mitch was not entirely himself the last couple of weeks. after being told that his the company he's working for was going into bankruptcy, mitch was about to be out of a job.
he was walking home and passing his regular bar, "maybe later" he thought.
"hey mitch! where you off to? come on in and have a drink with the lads." ok, that was his call. he hate to admit it, but its been a real bummer of a day and he desperately needed to quench that thirst with beer, and hopefully something stronger later.---------------------------
staggering home an hour after he stepped into the bar, mitch was having some difficulties inserting the key into the knob to unlock his door. trying to be smart, with keys in one hand, and his mobile in the other, he dialled jace's number.
mumbling a little on the phone, he passed out at mid-entrance into his luscious apartment. jace immediately knew that something was wrong. he left his place and quickly got to mitch's place.
after putting him thru the cold shower, mitch was conscious, but still heavily laden with the smell of alcohol in his breath and possibly a party drug. jace concluded that mitch was probably drugged with a spiked drink.---------------------------
the ambulance sirens were blared thru the early morning traffic. arriving at the emergency entrance of the hospital, the paramedics pulled out the stretcher trolley from the back door and pushed it thru the doors. the doctor and nurses took over. he was now on the brink of life & death..---------------------------
after a full nite of hallucinating and falling into an unconscious state, he couldn't take it anymore. unsteadily walking to the kitchen, mitch took the knife out of its holder, and shakily brought it up to his wrist.
pulling all the energy left that he could muster, mitch pushed the blade thru the skin, feeling the blood rush which gave him a grasp of reality from hallucination. he walked around the apartment dropping trails of blood on the floor, finally settling down on the couch.
his maid screamed when she walk thru the front door and saw the blood.
Wednesday, 7 November 2007
... when it gets overwhelmingly too much ...
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