One Apple A Day #08
His head is pumping painfully. Someone is talking but he can’t understand a word.
Images of the fight keep flashing in his head. He is floating from conscience and dreams. But is it really a dream?
The big man has a scar under the left eye. He appeared suddenly. Joe woke up, he opened his eyes and the man was there. The face of the man is surprised.
“What the fuck? You should sleep for another hour”
“What … Who are you? What’s happening”
The surprise left the eyes of the man quickly as it came. He places his left gloved hand on his throat pushing him toward the sit. On his right hand he is holding a kind of a syringe.
Black. Again this voice talking.
They are fighting. He didn’t know how it happened. He can feel the taste of blood on his mouth. His head is hurting. He is all over the man. Punching and punching. He don’t understand, he never had a fight in his life. He was a nerd at school, bullier by everyone. Yet he is here, punching with rage. Fist after fist on the face of the man. His knuckles are hurting. The man manages to push him away. There is shock in his eyes. No, fear. That is fear. It is like he has just seen a monster. He moves backward on his knees towards the door.
Black.