Where You Been?

The moon moved into its full phase, releasing William’s inner demons. He grew still and looked out upon the world in general and his loved ones in particular, with hatred so powerful that he shut himself behind closed and bolted doors to prevent any damage that he might do in his possessed state.

Only at this time of the month did his vision contain a bright and choking red haze that enraged him. His blood stormed through his veins. He alternated between cold spells that burned him from the inside out and heat so severe he shook uncontrollably. During this time he could tear his flesh from his body or throw his carcass upon the jagged rocks below his bedroom window. Only the distant thought that normalcy would come again prevented him from committing suicide in a gruesome way.

He felt the disease as it began to infect his brain and changed his behavior. After years of searching himself, he could now tell when the chemical composition altered in his body. It crept upon him slowly and allowed him to warn those he cared about to hide from his other self; the self he wished no one ever had to see.