Nightmares, Nightmares

"This is a true story."
The current date is April 26, 2022. I'm sitting here at my desk in disbelief. Disbelief is a strong, terrible feeling. I can feel everything in my body dying. I just got home from the doctor's office. I have brain cancer. Doctor Monroe told me I have mere days to live. About five days, he told me. Ever since that visit, I've been seeing more and more hallucinations. Everything from a black figure in the corner of my room, to my wife and kids. My wife and kids. Kids I haven't seen in 7 years, a wife whose last words to me were "Get the fuck out of my life, John!" A wife who I had given more than 19 years of my life. I'm in this apartment. This apartment is becoming drab and driving me more and more to insanity. What do I see inside the bathroom? I just looked, there's construction work going on now. 
What do I see on my phone? Not much, face ID is not working tonight. I wonder why. What is this loud noise? It's fucking deafening. God please just make it stop, please I'm begging. Oh, it's stopped? The apartment is getting more and more damp and drab. What is happening right now? There's a small puddle under my seat right now. It's a dark, smelly substance. I don't know what it is. I've just looked in the mirror. Wow, is that really what I look like? I need to shave. Maybe tomorrow, I'm tired. What is this? There's a small growth on my arm. It burns when I touch it and run water over it. Sorry for my poor writing as well, Parkinsons is a bitch, right? My ceiling fan doesn't work now. I wonder what happened? My lights won't work either, what is happening? My water has stopped running and my apartment is in very poor condition. Where did the doorknob go? Water litters my bed. 
I looked in the mirror again, my eye won't stop bleeding when I look into the mirror. It's like my brain is leaking. I've noticed several growths on my arms. I got a pimple on my face for the first time yesterday. I went to remove it and while pressing my face, it popped and tiny, blood-covered spiders climbed out of the hole. After I cleared all of the spiders, blood, and pus. I could see the bone under my skin. It was green-whitish. It had grown mold. I have been growing mold. Moss and water cover the walls and floors of my apartment. Blood keeps pouring over my desk and onto my floor. I managed to catch the news today. The president initiated a lockdown, not for any virus or anything. In fact, no articles anywhere are saying why. 
I saw the bright lights today. It's now Friday, the day my cancer was supposed to take over. 
Light beams down from the heavens.
Blood covers the buildings.
Potbelly creatures and winged creatures litter the city. 
I can hear the banging on my door as I type. It's a nightmare. It's all a nightmare, I know it is. 
I woke up with a start, coughing up blood. "I had another damned nightmare, Jessica." 
My wife spoke, Good."
I leaned back in my chair as I read the letter. John Meagan sat across from me, on the other side of my desk. He twiddled his thumbs, I knew he was nervous. "Well, Jonathan, that was very... interesting. Could you explain why you wrote this-" My words were cut off, "I wrote it to remember her. I'm going to kill her before the end of the day, don't try to find me." My mouth hung open as he pulled a weapon out of his pocket. A gun. He pointed the gun at me and yelled, "Repent you bastard! God needs your fucking repentance!" I rose my hands in the air, begging him to put the weapon down. "I'm going to shoot, repent you fuck!" Before I could utter a breath, he fired. He blew off two of my fingers. Police burst through the door. "Put the gun down!" They shouted. 
"Put your guns down or I shoot myself-" John's words were cut off as one of the officers shot him in the leg. John screamed in pain, rose his gun up again, and a loud BANG was heard across the whole clinic. The silence was deafening. John was dead, blood spilling out of his forehead. The officer walked over to his body. He looked down, smiled, and shot into the body seventeen more times, blood splattering everywhere. The other officers screamed at him, "Jacobs what the fuck is wrong with you?!" Officer Jacob looked up at the officers and said "God needs me." Shooting himself seconds after he said this. The police began to ask "Are you okay, sir-" As a white, blinding light came over my eyes.
I woke up.
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