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He wanted nothing more than an escape, his grip on reality was slipping. His days merging into total chaos, like a whirlwind sucking him into a dark abyss.

It was Sunday night, his stomach was in knots. Another day of typing, another day sat in a room filled with fluorescent light and the sounds of people selling their souls and drowning in thoughts of horror.

“five days…Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thur….Fri….” he punches the mirror, he can’t even look at himself. Looking down at his numb fist he watched the crimson flow drip slowly into the sink “I need to escape, start again…I need my life back” he opened the bathroom door, his flat was small and in sheer disrepair. His lounge was his bedroom and also his kitchen it consisted of a singular cupboard with a microwave on top and a single mattress on bare floorboards covered in stains. It was dark and damp. The smell of death was ever present and despite several complaints to his landlord, it fell on deaf ears.

He lay down on his bed and tuned his radio to BBC radio five live as always. He felt hungry, his lips were dry and his eyes stinging from a constant migraine that never seemed to stop. He always had the radio on whilst he slept, it drowned out his thoughts and made him feel safe in the darkness. Secretly he enjoyed listening to other people’s woes, with Stephen Nolan asking “outside the box questions” in a cut throat manor. Tonight was no different to any other Sunday night, he closed his eyes laying naked on his bed. It was cold, goosebumps spread down his skinny Mal nourished body.

“I’m fed up of today’s society Stephen, Snow flakes…that is all they are. In my day I would work fifteen hours straight Monday to Saturday, I had six kids to feed and was paid £10.00 a month. Now tell me how that is fair?” The radio presenter took a long pause…”your pathetic you work nine to five Monday to Friday earning £1000 per month…and you say you can’t do it? You really are a worthless creep and you don’t deserve any better because your not capable of earning it” He took another pause “this gent is right you have to work hard and do what you need to do to live and that is it”.

The room began to spin as he opened his eyes he could see nothing but blackness, the radio was talking to him again…”do the right thing Micheal we know you are listening to us, do the right thing and contribute to our great Britain, you cannot and will not defy us. Work is the only way out. Work until you can no longer work, then you can die.

“What do you want from me…I can’t do this you can’t control me I’m a human being I’m alive…” He picked up the radio and in a blind rage threw it across the room, the sound of intermittent static filled the room…”hahaha your alive because we allow you to be alive….you work for us we own you. You will work for us until you die and there’s nothing you can do about it.

He stood up, he struggled with his balance walking towards the window, he knew how to finally escape. He climbed upon his window sill, his vision still blurry and dizzy. The room fell silent the radio was smashed to bits. He turned his head to take one last look. The cold wind penetrated his flesh, he turned to look back at what he was leaving behind.

“Fuck it….”.

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He woke up in a pool of sweat, his heart was racing. His pulse thumping against his neck and traveling up into his jaw.

It was still dark outside he turned and looked at his clock 04:00am the cold air clung to his chest it was suffocating him “2,4,6,8,10” “2,4,6,8,10” he began shaking his foot in time with the beating of his heart “…..breath..the Dr said….breath 2,4,6,8,10”

He got out of bed and began to pace the floor stumbling over dirty clothes from the day before, his wife turned and groaned at him as though this was a regular occurrence. “2,4,6,8,10……….2,4,6,8,10” the pacing continued his pulse throbbing up into his ears, the thumping gets louder “get out….get out…..I don’t need you or this anymore”…

He gripped his head with both hands and began to claw down his face “stop looking at me, stop it”.

“2,4,6,8,10…2,4,6,8,10…..2,4,8…no…2,6,10 arghhhhhh no, for fuck sake stop it get out of me stop looking at me” this time he was left with no choice he had to do the only thing he could….screaming at the top of his voice the pain the pitch the energy…..he clawed the first one out slowly wedging his index finger deep inside the socket like a hook in a fishes mouth, 2,4,6…arggghhhh” squealing in pain like a pig going to slaughter. his wife jumps out of bed “oh my god….what have you done babe…..BABE”….he didn’t answer.

As the room fell silent shock had struck hard they stood together hearts racing “2,4,6,8,10….2,4,6,8,10”.

I had them both now.

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