Fuck it Fuck it, just fuck all of it

(Add Cool Title Here) Frederic Arnold awoke with the most startling headache. His eyelids felt heavy but he fought to stay awake. He sat up in his bed and surveyed his surroundings. He was in a hospital, there were other beds around him but they were all empty. There was total silence except for the quiet, continuous beeping from the numerous machines connected to him. He tried to remember where exactly he was and why he was there but he couldn't even remember who he was. He tried to get out of bed but an alarm went off and loud footsteps thudded down the corridor outside and a tall, big built man with a curly brown beard and a completely bald head walked in. He was dressed as a doctor except for the heavy boots he was wearing. The man approached Frederic and told Him that everything was going to be okay and to stay calm. Before Frederic could react, the man produced a large needle and jabbed Frederic in the arm with it. Frederic went dizzy and fell backwards, he was unconscious before his head hit the pillow. Frederic awoke with a pounding headache for the second time. This time he was in a small room with no windows. The walls were a murky brown. He noticed a camera in the corner of the room. Frederic tried the door but it was locked, he started to panic, but he told himself that would do no good and calmed himself down. He tried to remember something, anything that might help him but he couldn't, he noticed a small mirror on a dressing table in the corner of the room, he peered in it and was frightened by the man that stared back, he was in his twenties and had long brown, matted hair and it looked as though he hadn't shaven in over a week, he had dark bags under his eyes and his skin was paler than any living persons skin has a right to be. He noticed two small puncture marks on his neck and thought it must have been from one of the numerous machines that had been attached to him. He then noticed his canine teeth seemed very long, and very sharp.

Forgotten Forgotten tears, Forgotten pain, What difference does it make? It's an eternal rain.

Survivor I will live forever!.. Or die trying.

My Religion "When I do good, I feel good. When I do bad, I feel bad. That is my religion." - Abraham Lincoln.