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A cold crisp breeze swept through the room, stirring Henry despite the fact that he had been wide awake on his futon for the last several hours. It seemed like sleep wasn't a option for him anymore, even though he already tried dozens of different sleeping pills. Every night filled him with dread, fearful that his unbearable routine would last until the day he died.
"Christ. It's three in the morning again." Henry's voice cracked as he looked at the clock that sat across from his position. He could hear his cat shuffling in a corner of his studio apartment, his ex girlfriend had named her Gnome Chomsky. The cat was probably chewing up his bills that rested on the floor, almost all of them were marked "over due". Yet his own financial dilemma was far from his thoughts during these late hours.
Henry couldn't stand being alone, especially since the nightmares seemed to become worse. He took a quick glance at his phone, yet he knew almost everyone on his contact list was sleeping at this ungodly hour. Even with the urge to call anyone, he knew most of his friends warned him against doing so. Some have even threatened to block his number if he dared to even try waking them up. He got up and shuffled amongst his empty apartment, wondering why his life was beyond fucked up.
Henry went over to his laptop and started at his log in screen. Something about the eerie glow that illuminated from the monitor triggered a suppressed hidden memory. One of many memories flooded his skull, twisting and turning in his brain like a rusted dull dagger. Flickers of pain appeared all over his body, haunted by the faint taste of metal and scent of chemicals that overwhelmed his senses. He arched his back in pain, knocking his lap top on the floor. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, while his mind was flooded with images of creatures staring at him with eyes containing endless darkness.
When it was all over he found himself on the floor of his apartment faced down on a pile of old magazines and scraps of food that had been left over from yesterday. All of this left Henry feeling unsurprised and more exhausted more then ever. This was something that was happening almost every night, despite silently praying that he would somehow be spared. Henry was aware of his increasingly deteriorating state, knowing that his mind wouldn't be able to handle this kind of punishment forever. In spite of all of this he knew no one that he knew would believe him, the only help he would get is the one that involved a straight jacket and a padded room. Yet he would take that option if it involved making all of these nightmares go away.
Picking up the lap top, plugging it back in and turning it back on, he decided that if help was to be found he would have to turn toward a much larger audience. Staring into his web cam with glazed over eyes, he spoke to his new audience. Everyone who would listen would have his story, he would put out everything that he could remember. He didn't care if this would jeopardize his career or not, as of right now he only cared about living and he wanted his life back.
Within minutes thanks to his semi celebrity status, Henry Deacon's video blog would be posted all over youtube and twitter. With in hours the video would spread to every major news website in the world. Within days Henry Deacon found himself more talked about then Charlie Sheen. Still Henry Deacon waited patiently for the help that had yet to arrive.