So I keep having this recurring nightmare... had it almost every night for the last 2 weeks or so
Something happens to the US, most of the country is in the kind of shape New Orleans was in when I was there for Katrina... not all the physical damage, but police/EMS/fire dept/etc are no longer effective, mass riots, looting pillaging, etc. I never really see what started it all, but me and my buddies are holed up not too far from where I live while this is going down. At some point, my girlfriend starts getting sick... the problem is she's diabetic and either her insulin got too warm and expired or we've just run out. As she starts into convulsions before the final coma, she begs me to put her out of her misery... this is usually where I wake up... but the last few nights have had different endings... I've handed her my pistol because I couldn't do it... I've refused because I couldn't do it... and last night I bent over, kissed her, and with tears streaming down my face, I released her from the pain.
All day today at work, the memory of that last kiss kept flashing back to me and I damn near broke down a few times at the thought of losing her this way... I'm not sure what I'd say to her about any of this; I don't want to mess things up... and the fact she still lives 950 miles away in Virginia doesn't help either.
I feel so drained and mind-fucked it's not even funny.
Something happens to the US, most of the country is in the kind of shape New Orleans was in when I was there for Katrina... not all the physical damage, but police/EMS/fire dept/etc are no longer effective, mass riots, looting pillaging, etc. I never really see what started it all, but me and my buddies are holed up not too far from where I live while this is going down. At some point, my girlfriend starts getting sick... the problem is she's diabetic and either her insulin got too warm and expired or we've just run out. As she starts into convulsions before the final coma, she begs me to put her out of her misery... this is usually where I wake up... but the last few nights have had different endings... I've handed her my pistol because I couldn't do it... I've refused because I couldn't do it... and last night I bent over, kissed her, and with tears streaming down my face, I released her from the pain.
All day today at work, the memory of that last kiss kept flashing back to me and I damn near broke down a few times at the thought of losing her this way... I'm not sure what I'd say to her about any of this; I don't want to mess things up... and the fact she still lives 950 miles away in Virginia doesn't help either.
I feel so drained and mind-fucked it's not even funny.
Well I hope you feel better soon anyway.