There is a wolf eating the sun. Eric watches and it's not the wolf that he finds surprising. The wolf he knows (and he does not know how) has finally found it's place. The sun, the sun is bleeding from the wounds inflicted by fang and claw. The blood falls like rust colored rain and the Earth burns where it touches. Eric wants to run but he can't. Not this time.
Can't run. Can't look away.
He starts screaming and...
Wakes up with a start the scream dying on his lips even as his conscious mind races to take control. He tosses aside the bed covers hating the way the fabric clings to his clammy skin. Blinking, fumbling he turns on the lamp by the nightstand, reaching for his phone and a pack of cigarettes.
It's a sad thing, Eric thinks with a smirk, to have your therapist on speed dial. Three rings. Far too many for the money he's shelling out for the quack's services.
"Doc? The drugs are shit. Still having nightmares and..." Eric stops. No, maybe he won't tell her about the strange hallucinations that have started to haunt his waking hours. "The drugs are shit." He repeats and leaves it at that.
Can't run. Can't look away.
He starts screaming and...
Wakes up with a start the scream dying on his lips even as his conscious mind races to take control. He tosses aside the bed covers hating the way the fabric clings to his clammy skin. Blinking, fumbling he turns on the lamp by the nightstand, reaching for his phone and a pack of cigarettes.
It's a sad thing, Eric thinks with a smirk, to have your therapist on speed dial. Three rings. Far too many for the money he's shelling out for the quack's services.
"Doc? The drugs are shit. Still having nightmares and..." Eric stops. No, maybe he won't tell her about the strange hallucinations that have started to haunt his waking hours. "The drugs are shit." He repeats and leaves it at that.
