Chapter 2: Putting Together a Broken Mind

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Reads: 275
Comments: 11

The cops questioned me for 3 hours…3 fucking pointless hours.They went around in circles with what they asked and the end result was nothing.It was like they were expecting some AMAZING case of the decade that would get them a plague and a fucking raise.No, Greg was a man that lost his mind and then blew it out of the side of his skull…END…OF…STORY!!!Of course I did not tell them that, fuck that, they would have kept me down at the station for another 3 hours with me answering every question with, “I don’t know”.Why he did not take medication, why he did not see a doctor, why he did not do anything is beyond my answering.I was his best friend but that does not mean I knew what went on inside the man’s head, and what went on behind close doors.
It is 3:14 in the morning when they let me out.The Devil’s hour, oh joy.I zip my leather jacket up and bring out a pack of Winston’s and light one up.I got about 5 blocks to walk through this shit-hole town.The darkness seems to swallow me as I walk farther down the block keeping my head down as Dealers, Crack heads, Pimps, and Homeless do the same.
I have known Greg since our college years together and we were roommates.From there it was history with me and him.He came from a rich family; I worked for everything my whole life.Our families became friends and we all basically became one big huge family you can say.His parents invited my family with them to their summer house in Florida.My family brought them over for Block-Party cookouts.
But enough of the past for right now, the focus is fucking right now.Greg is dead and I have to figure out what the hell got him to this point?The past is like a picture lit on fire, breaking into ash and lifted up into the wind and gone.I go up the stairs of the apartment, with the only thing making a noise are my black boots meeting the steps and my rings clinging off the railing.It’s like the whole world is fucking dead right now.I feel if I opened up each door to every apartment I’d find people hung with there hands and arms purple from the settling of blood.I’d find people on the floor with foam dried around their mouth and green vomit with blood mixed in all over them after drinking a bunch of Drain-O.I’d find someone slit their wrists and the blood flow was endless…I look down at my own cuts from years ago.Better side road then up road.I get to my door and dig into the left pocket of the jacket and I stop in shock.My hand slowly comes out of the pocket with Greg’s journal in hand…I totally forgot about the fucking thing.
It is now dawn and the sun is beginning to peak over the horizon.The sound of the first of many traffic jams of the day begins, and I sit here at my kitchen table with Greg’s journal in front of me.The cops told me he had a note scribbled and rubber banned over this that said to give this to me, and had a picture of me from when the fuck ever.
I light another smoke and take a deep drag, it burns my throat, but it feels so fucking good.I am off work for vacation so I had nothing much planned but to relax and enjoy myself for a few weeks.But now I get to crawl inside the head of my best friend, my best friend that just blew his cherry pie of a God damn brain all over the fridge.My palms are really sweaty because I am nervous to open this.To know what brought my friend’s sanity to its knees, what raped his mind, what evil forces dug its nails into his brain and ripped it apart.I look outside of my 3rd floor apartment…my sanctuary from this disgusting town.I watch as a Homeless Man has a Styrofoam cup in hand and sits in the alley way across the street between Starbucks and the bookstore.I watch as a Golden Blonde walks down the street with a cell phone to the side of her face, leather bag in hand, and wearing a two-piece outfit that I bet costs more then my living room set.I see Children, walking hand in hand with their parents to school, always looking around like this world is something big and amazing…full of wonder.They will soon learn what this world is about, trust me!!!These are the people that Greg said was out to get him…THESE PEOPLE!?!?!?For God sakes he was really fucked up then.These people that are liars, cheaters, stealers, beggars, who do anything to get ahead in life whether it was hurting another or making someone else, look bad.These people that think they are all different and original, when really there is no such thing.What can you say when everything has been said?What do you do when everything has been done?I remember I use to hear Greg running over to the windows and slamming the blinds open, listen to them fan apart.I picture his eyes moving every which way, wondering who was going to kill him, experiment on him, take everything he owned, feed him more agony and pain that was already overflowing from within his head and blinding him from reality.I make remember the night at the bar when he told me about the bugs falling from the mouth of Patrick Nixon, his boss.He was so shaken up, but of course I saw it as just something minor.The leather on the journal feels smooth and cold to the touch…all black…like blood.I make some coffee and know what I must do; I have to see what went on in the mind of Greg.He saved this journal for me to see because heknew I would understand.Tears fall down my face for the first time since I heard the gun blast that will forever ring in my ear.My best friend is gone and it hurts, it hurts so much.
I take a deep breath and light another smoke.I put my cell on silent for the time being and refill my cup of coffee.It is time to do this…it is time to go into the mind of a Madman.

Submitted: December 06, 2009

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really great story... but, yea, maybe watching the language a bit would help some... lol... but its not just the F word thats getting me...

anyways, this story is really good. I like your use of words. 'the gun blast that will forever ring in my ear.' that was amazing. I wish i could write like that. and 'To know what brought my friend’s sanity to its knees, what raped his mind, what evil forces dug its nails into his brain and ripped it apart.' It sets an image, and you can really see the problems his friend had even without reading his journal yet. you can also tell how the main character knew how bad his friend was off, he knew that his friend was doing bad. I can tell that he is scared to find out how bad though.

well, keep me updated... i really want to find out what the guy was thinking. oh, P.S., i like that the main character has had problems in the past, too. It kinda makes him more able to relate the other guy.

i hope my comment was helpful... and if you get a chance, i always need feedback on my writing... my current novel is Other Worlds, Other dangers.

Sun, December 6th, 2009 6:31am


I am happy you enjoyed this very much. Yes, the language will be toned down lol. Don't ever short yourself at all, you can write like that if you put your mind to it. I always say don't try to write, let it come to you. I will of course keep you updated. From here on out it is bascially going to be Greg's journal you are reading. I will also be writing other bits of work every now and then on here too.

Sat, December 5th, 2009 10:37pm

Shadow Bubble

woah. very descriptive. i love it. update ASAP.

Sun, December 6th, 2009 7:58am

Sara Blake

This is great and it it will be even better if you manage to use less descriptive details and lay down a little with the story. It's good but a little exageated. Other than that is great so please keep me updated.
P.S Check out my story too. It's called "Black Roses - Beginnings" and I hope you'll like it even tough has some supernatural touches.Comment at the end of each chapter(there are only too for now don't worry) so i could see how I'm evolving, pretty please! ^-^

Sun, December 6th, 2009 10:30am


I thank you for the input, and I shall keep you updated and will read your story :).

Sun, December 6th, 2009 10:03am


wow, poor guy, i hate when cops do that, you just lost someone so god-damn dear to ya and they shove you in a closed toom for hours on end talking about so much bull-poopy it aint even funny....fucken basterds....
whatever, i loved this chapter, update soon please....


Sun, December 6th, 2009 11:20am


There we go, now he's finally realizing his friend is gone. I like the mood, so pessimistic and dark. It's like it's straight from the mind of someone who really does live with these problems. Now time to be a critic. I like it alot, but what throws me off is the cussing. Yeah, he's a modern day guy but the "fucking this" and "fucking that" just kinda throws me off. Maybe cuss a little less or something.
Also the paragraphs. >_< you could really chop the big one up into separate sections. Like the homeless dude being one, or the blonde chick being another. Etc.

Sun, December 6th, 2009 11:58am

Valena Crest

Oh Mah Geeeeee excellent discriptions~ and for the cuss.....i dnt mind it all i'll still read ur story no matter what :D update asap! and thanks so much for reading my story! it means a lot to me tho ik compared to urs mine is totallie toddler levet but anyways thank you thank you thank you!

Sun, December 6th, 2009 1:27pm


not fair I still do not know what is in that damn journal? (sorry a little frustrated) I wonder what Greg wrote. You definitely have me hooked and will be reading more when more is posted. please keep me updated thanks :)

Sun, December 6th, 2009 2:40pm


From here on out you will basically be reading the journal. The book itself is going to be the journal, start to finish, with bits and pieces of John's feelings in between.

Sun, December 6th, 2009 9:40am

Evie Sang

This is great... A bit much on the language thing, but exceptionally great! Please keep me updated!

Sun, December 6th, 2009 5:16pm


I will keep you updated. I plan to start writing the beginning of Greg's Journal tonight. It will start off a bit slow, because he was "normal" at the beginning, but thn it soon will taper off into all sorts of crazy stuff :P.

Sun, December 6th, 2009 9:48am


Even though I have a problem with suicidal themes (specailly around this time of year) I am really enjoying this. And I'm not just bullshitting you, I actually really like this!

Mon, December 7th, 2009 6:21am


I understand something like that is hard to digest. Please understand I never try to offend anyone with what I write. I just hold back nothing when I write.

Sun, December 6th, 2009 10:24pm

Else Cederborg

It has all the markings of a great story (Chandler, Hemingway-style?)

Mon, December 7th, 2009 5:49pm


This is too good.

'It's time to go into the mind of a madman'....

Your writing style speaks.

Wed, December 9th, 2009 7:20pm

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