Chapter 2

I got up and flicked on the bathroom light. I blinked for a few moments to get over the shock of the brightness. I turned on the faucet and splashed some water on my face. When I looked back into the mirror, I saw my own face as a twelve year old boy, but I was shady and distant, almost like I was vanishing into thin air.

It's almost as if my whole life goes back to that day. The day my innocence was lost. I want to be that boy again. To be free and happy. When I look at myself, I feel as though a part of that little boy dies everyday and before I know it my former self will no longer exist. That little boy is dying to help me, he's just within my reach and every time I reach out for his hand he disappears and I try to find him again and this endless circle continues.

There's no point in going back to sleep now. I went into my living room and turned on the TV. I knew Isaac was awake right now watching some creepy movie on the sci-fi channel. I turned to the sci-fi channel and sure enough i could hear the music in the background of some slasher flick. I had to call Isaac just to see if I was right.

I reached into the bowl of popcorn that was sitting on my lap and popped a few pieces in my mouth. What idiot goes to investigate a loud noise without a weapon? And he's even more stupid for leaving his hot girlfriend with big tits alone in his bed. If I was the killer I'd kill him and then make sweet love to her. I should really star in one of these flicks.

I think I'd like to have Brad Pitt play me in a movie. I'm so excited the killer is about to strike. "RRRING,"

"AAHHH," I screamed and jumped twenty feet in the air, the bowl of popcorn on my lap was now air born and my cat who was sleeping on the cushion next to me, ran to find a safe haven.

I regained my breath and looked at the caller I.D.. No one ever calls me, who could it be especially at this hour. It said unavailable. I picked it up bravely. "Hello," I said.

I clicked the phone off before I busted out laughing. I picked up the phone again and this time I called my brother's cell phone.

My heart was beating loudly in my chest. I hung up the phone and turned on all the lights in my apartment, but not before grabbing a bat. I checked every closet and corner and under my bed. No boogeyman. I breathed a sigh of relief. I turned off the TV and decided to jam, especially since i wanted to play a song during open mic night. I plugged in my guitar and started to jam rocking out.