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dissolve in his mouth. It had a bitter taste, almost like a lemon. 
     
     
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    Resting his head on the wall behind his cot, he outstretched his legs. The brown sheets that use to be white were bunched at his feet. Night had fallen. His eyes geared towards the window and up to the stars. He closed his eyes and wished he could turn back the hands of time. Wished he could be a better husband. A better employee. A better human being in general. Oh how he wished as his conscious escaped him. 
     
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    The loud sound of his cell broke through his slumber as he felt around in the dark for his pants. Who the hell could it be this late , he thought to himself. 
     
    “Yea,” he grumbled.
     
    “Sal...Sal, it's me,” the soft voice said. “I just wanted to check on you, I've been a little worried about you.”
     
    “What do you want Susan?” he asked.
     
    “I just wanted to check on you, that's all.”
     
    “You want to know how I'm doing.” By now he's sitting up with his legs hanging over the side of the cot.  His elbow on one knee and his other hand holding the phone to his ear. “I'm fucked. I'm miserable, is that what you want to hear?”
     
    “No...no, it's not. I want the best for you Sal; I want you to be happy...”
     
    He moved the phone to the front of his face and close to his mouth. “Then why the fuck you leave me you fucking cunt,” he yelled into the phone and then threw it on the floor.  He jumped up and went to the window as he stared out of it while rubbing his forehead, trying to clear away the confusion. 
     
    He didn't feel like himself. Something...something had changed. 
     
    “ Hey Sal...don't worry.  It's okay.”
     
    “Hey who said that,” Sal said. He quickly turned around and scanned the room. Nothing.
     
    “ It's me,” the voice said. It was casual. Cool. It almost sounded like his own, but just a little more mature and calm.
     
    “Okay, okay...I just need to sit down and relax,” he said to himself. He sat back down on the cot.
     
    “ Hey if I was you, I'd just off the bitch.  Hey I would off all of them.”
     
    “Whew,” Sal yelled as he jumped up from the cot, switched on the lights and then backed himself up against the wall. He was scared shitless. Who the hell was in his apartment? Who was it? In only a couple of seconds his eyes had roamed the entire studio. It was so small that he could do a thorough search without even moving an inch.  Under the cot, he quickly thought. 
     
    “Okay, you son of a bitch,” he yelled as he dropped to the floor and searched under the cot. 
     
    “ Oh get up dumb ass. I'm not under there.”
     
    Sal leaped to his toes unable to catch his breath. Fear had taken over him like never before. He had never feared anything in his entire life, except loneliness, and since he already had that...nothing else could give him goose bumps. 
     
    “ I'm your imaginary friend goof troop. I'm in your head, there's no escaping me. There's no finding me under the cot. I'm the boogeyman that's already got you. I'm a part of you.  Hey, you want your life back? Well do you?”
     
    Sal stood in the middle of the room feeling like the whole universe was circling him.  It spun around him like a tornado and he was the only thing on the planet standing still.  Everything else was moving a mile a minute. Then suddenly...everything went blank. Darkness approached. Sal dropped to his knees. 
     
    “ Answer me dumb ass,” the voice demanded.  “Now.”
     
    Out of nowhere a red light illuminated the room.  Blood red.
     
    Sal rapidly turned his heard from left to right, searching for any sanity that might still be left in him.  Was he dreaming?  What was going on in his head? He could feel his heart racing, his skin burning, and his chest jumping up and down rapidly.  Suddenly, a push on his back forced him to yell out, “Yes, yes, yes I want my life back.” A flood of tears burst through his eyes and he buried his