Life was difficult, every day waking up terrified of the next hours of the day, it was like everything was out to get you. If it wasn't the neighbor's cat becoming a giant monster it was the door handle melting in your hand. This is what bob dealt with, Bob has hallucinations that make his everyday life hard.
Continuously counting sheep was all he could do, staring up at a plain popcorn ceiling. The small detail faded to black as hands protruded from the shadow, poor bob was terrified, all he could do was scream and run away from the shadows that tormented his poor mind. Bob locked himself in the bathroom, he was breathing heavily from the dash he made just to get there. He frantically looked for his medication and quickly opened it, but bob's hands were just shaking too much, bob dropped all his pills into his sink and he watched them all go down, he even tried to snatch some but those too, unfortunately, rattled out of his hands. bob stared at himself in the mirror as his own face began to distort, terrified the man screamed but before he opened the door it became a void, from the void came these horrible hands again that grabbed bob and tried to pull him in. he had one last resort, his pistol. bob pulled it out and fired at the hands but suddenly everything went black, bob couldn't see or hear anything anymore but his neighbors did, they heard a single shot that was fired and called the authorities, not long after they arrived and saw bob lifeless on the ground, bob seemingly committed suicide, his medication was still in its bottle and was just in the sink, all his pills still there. bob has such a bad episode that he killed himself trying to stop what wasn't real.
