In a hail of bullets

BANG! BANG! BANG! BZZZZ! BZZZ! WHIR!!! blink blink...

I don't want to open my eyes.
As long as my eyes are closed I do not have to face the real world.
I can stay inside my own reality. I lay there in my bed waiting and thinking. I hope that I may fall back asleep. No such luck. The electrician downstairs continues banging and drilling and I continue wishing for silence and sleep. Finally I realize I will have to open my eyes at some point, so I slowly make my way from my bed to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Soon I am back in my bed hoping for the silence, the sleep, and the false reality that I so desire right now. I toss and turn. I lay still. I think. I again drag myself from my bed. Once again it is for water but this time it is a shower. I turn the water on and just watch it fall. Water is such a beautiful thing. I step inside and recoil from the freezing cold. Right, I want warm. After the needed adjustments and the events of cleansing oneself in the morning routine is over (brushing teeth also included in this) I wander back to my room and decide to type on my computer. I don't really have alot to say. I would type my thoughts but people do not understand. Miscommunication. I wish people could understand, not twist and assume what I am saying... it causes too many problems that I am tired of repairing. I wish I had someone to understand and listen to me. Today is my last day of work. I am finished at 8. I want to do something with people but yet I almost just want to stay home alone. I wish someone would surprise me... with something. As I sit here typing my mind begins to drift away. Suddenly my bedroom door flys open. Startled, I turn around to see a black figure at my door. He is holding a shining silver blade! I quickly scan the room for something to protect myself with. The dark figure lunges at me and I hit him with my fan. The blade drops and both of us jump to where it lays. I am closest but the figure is on my back. It starts to punch me. I flail around and manage to throw it off. It hits my desk and my monitor falls on it. I spring onto the dark, shadowy figure and start punching it repeatedly in the face... I don't stop... I just keep going. Finally it is motionless. I look at it and I finally see its face. The face that I see is mine! I stumble back in shock. Confusion overwhelms me. Before I have time to think anymore I am attacked from behind. How did it get behind me? It was... was.. right there! I throw the assailant over my shoulders and run to my bed. I chuck the mattress off and grab my dual magnums. I see the shadow run for the stairs. I let off a burst of ammunition and begin to chase it. As I round the corner I hear a loud BANG and chhh chik... where did it get a shotgun. I let off a few more shots and leap into the laundry room. Bullets rain around me like a monsoon. Silence. I wait. Nothing. I poke my head out of the door and there is nothing. Where did he go? I stealthly move from the laundry room out into the dining area. I still don't see anything. BANG chhh chik... the kitchen...crap... I leap over the couch sending a barage of bullets in the direction of the last shot. I lay on the other side of the couch, my mind racing. I pop up and release some cover fire so that I can look at the clock. Just after 2:00! I need to go to work right away! BANG chhh chik! My goodness... this is brutal. I have had enough. I stand to my feet and fill the walls with lead. I just shoot. Bullets are flying everywhere... I can hear the bang of the shotgun. The air is hot and stale. CLICK. Empty. No more bullets left. Silence. I hear a door close. I reload my magnums and put them in my belt. I am safe again... for now... from myself. I am my own worst enemy.

Time for work.