Changes : Written by my self. with music

CHANGES

By Michael L Wood

Sci-Fi / Horror

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In the passion of adversity,
Let me walk your mind through life’s trails and tribulations,
Let me move through you soul and tickle your life force,
Let me play with the hearts desire,
Let me bring you to the edge and keep you there,
Let me make you shiver with helplessness,
Let me take you to heaven,
Let me hold your hand through the clouds,
Let me bring you back down to earth Slowly and gently,
Let me leave you in peace.
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[b]CHAPTER 1[/b]

Part 1

His arms ached and head was banging. The bed was cold as the cotton linen flowed over his now rough skin. His stomach turned and he felt his gut wrench. John opened his eyes and every thing was blurry and unfamiliar. The walls were all cold pale white and the curtain around his now steal bed was grey with flecks of purple in them. John then lifted his arm which seemed to hurt like hell and could see the plastic drip feeding his hand with some white liquid. Confused he slowly raised his chest and sat up. Still his stomach was turning over, and then suddenly from out of nowhere a flood of black coal like puke flowed from him. It leaped from his mouth about two feet in front of him splashing all over the clean shiny iridescent floor. The curtains flew open and a flurry of nurses ran over saying, “it is okay you just need to rest.” John lay back with the whole life running before his eyes. Questions flew left and right in his brain distorting his current vision with words and sound. What?, Why?, How?, His body then fell back to the comfort of the hospital bed and the soft white linen. “He’s lucky to be alive” he heard as he fell into a deep un-ceremonious sleep.


Opening his eyes he could see the pale ceiling and felt the cold harsh surroundings around him. He knew he wasn’t home but didn’t know were he was. Looking to his left he could see an empty bed. All the pillows stacked in a military fashion, the covers folded with perfect edges. Some one had taken pride in there work in putting this bed in a perfect oblong shape. John raised his hand only to feeling a small jilted tug against him as the plastic round tubing caught on the side of the cold metal bed edges. He wiped his eyes to clear off the misting of the deep sleep and took a second look to see if he could figure out where he was. In the corner of the room as a small empty desk with a computer and scattered all round the room was medical equipment. Nothing moved and there were no sounds at all. The serenity of it all was unreal to John in his hectic bustling life. Looking down he saw his now less than pristine white shirt torn open with dried blood and grass stains all over it. His chest, which was causing him so much pain had two oval blistered burn marks which felt as though they penetrated his whole body. The door swung open and a tall sharply dress man walked over to him. “Good morning John how are you feeling?” John took a second look to refresh his sight and nodded in the general direction of who ever it was talking to him. “Any chance of a drink please?” asked John as he leaned forward. The tall man then turned and opened the door and whispered some thing that John couldn’t quite catch to some one on the other side of the door. Turning back to John the tall man then asked how he was feeling again. John this time sat up raising his not so overly physical body and replied, “I feel pretty dammed **** to be honest.” The man then nodded again and came closer to John. “My names Dr Phyla’s and I’ve just come to check on how you’re doing after your episode last night”. John didn’t remember a thing and what episode what the hell is he talking about john though to him self. Looking puzzled john just said, “Oh sorry but to be honest I haven’t got a clue what you are talking about?” Dr Phylas then moved over to the edge of the bed and sat right next to john, “You Overdosed and drank a lot of whisky and you are lucky to be alive. We had to revive you. If you were found any later you would not have survived?” John took a deep breath as a pain shot down through his stomach he then moved his hand trying to control the pain. Still not knowing what the Dr was talking about he lay back down to feel the comfort of the fluffy pillows. “Do you know why you did it?” The Doctor asked john. “No I cannot remember a thing,” john said in a calm underlying voice. The doctor then stood up and said, “well we need to check you over and see if you are okay and I am going to get one of our physiatrists to come down and have a talk with you is this okay with your self?” John knew he had no choice in this matter and just nodded back. The doctor then turned around and said that his water would be with him in a moment and he left room.


John lay there for 5 minutes working through his brain, trying to figure out what Dr Phylas had just told him. What had caused john to take an overdose as things seemed to be going well in his life especially after his past. Like every one John had a few problems but he never did talk about them to any one. His secrets were only for him to know not the world, and they were never really something to worry about. Although he did miss his children that he had left behind which felt like along time ago. His new job that he had just started a few days earlier was harder than normal but he was putting his heart and soul into making it work. The door then opened again as a nurse shunted in holding a jug of what looked to be icy cold water. She headed over to john’s side cupboard and placed it down. “Would you like a drink now?” she gently asked. John turned to her and with a small smile and a nod replied, “Yes please”. The nurse then poured the cold water into a glass tumbler and then moved her hand across to John. As he moved towards her he lifted his hand to grasp the glass. Suddenly the Nurse jumped back dropping the glass tumbler that instantly smashed on the floor, “ouch that hurt” she said in a slightly raised voice. He could see the nurse rubbing her hands together. “I’ll go get this cleaned up and bring you another glass?” She then turned and quickly shuttled of back through the door.


John feeling rather stumped at what had just happened laid back down quietly forgetting the incident. He then started too reel through the last few days of his life. The job he had just taken his life in general, and everything his mind could think of to try and figure out why he was here. What had he done to deserve the pleasure of the hospital bed? Everything was a blank to him and there was nothing he could think of that could explain his current situation. Minutes passed as he lay there trying harder and harder to concentrate on his past and the events that must have taken place. The nurse then re entered the room with a new glass and placed it gently beside the bed. He could see that she now dawned a new black scorch mark on her hand. She looked at him gave a small fake smile and then walked back out of the room. He could see through the frosted glass that there was a small bustle of what looked like to be nurses all gathering round the nurse that had just left. He could only just slightly hear some of the comments “How did that happen?” were the most obvious to his ears, then they all seemingly shuttled off behind the walls of his sound sanctuary, John then laid back down and started to run again over the past few days. As he did the fluorescent lights seemed to flicker to his thoughts and the more he thought the more they’d flicker and dance. Seconds passed into minutes and minutes passed into hours as he lay trying his hardest to work out the past. Eventually John fell back into the unconscious world of sleep with a last foreboding glance at the room.

Flashes of light in all the brilliant colours of the rainbow passed by in swirls of mist with entwined screams of pain. “Get the **** away” was screamed via an unknown young woman’s voice. Falling, spinning, toppling in every direction as photos of the minds eye passed by. Streams of violent black strips of light bounced and danced and twirled in between bright blue sparks. A human heart pounding all burnt and the smell of hell had passed with an iridescent lack of thought. Looking down the chest bulges and pounds and fear of loathing has gone. Hate of the world encapsulated into every living thing. Death was near and the shrieks of the after life could be heard as a momentous rush of pain went trough all his veins of life. The coldness of the violent storm was passing with every whim life was over. “John” was this real what’s going on. Confusion was a state of play. “John” Who’s saying his name, where was it coming from. “JOHN”. Deepest pain from the chest. Suddenly john rose in quick fashion as he lifted his body from his deep relentless dream. Stood over him was someone he had never seen before.


“Hi John my names Melina Tate or Dr Tate to the underlings” she said with a clinical smile and chuckle to herself. “I am here to talk to you about what happened last night?” John sat up straight from his hideous dream and mopped his cold clammy brow with his hand. The woman standing a side of him was about 4 foot 8 inches , long flowing brown hair with blue eyes and a prestigious set of breasts, John always longed to have a nice woman with well rounded and fashioned breasts. John smiled, “Hello Dr Tate, nice to meet you,” as he looked directly at the magnificent wonders in front of his eyes. “Erm well first off! My face is here!” as she pointed to her not so happy smile. “I have come to chat to you about what happened last night if that is okay with you? And please call me Mel” she proclaimed with a little arrogance in her voice. With this he knew that he was now dealing with a physiatrist, who else would drop their “Dr” Status just to talk to him. “Now do you know what happened last night and why you are here?” asked Mel. John stroked his rough chin and looked passed Mel as not to catch glimpse of those wonders. “Nope, I haven’t got a blooming clue why I am here? All I know is what the Doc told me earlier,” he said quietly in his slight posh northern accent. “Well then as you know you took a serious amount of tablets and drink and we had to revive you.” John adjusted him self and spoke back under his voice, “Yes I can see that by the two ****ing great big burn marks on my chest!” Mel leaned across and moved the half torn blooded shirt to the side to take a look at the healing wounds “I am sorry to say that’s another reason why we need to talk to you. They were there before the paramedics picked you up?” John snapped back and forcefully pushed Mel’s hand away. “What do you mean before they came? They did this to me.” Mel moved over to a chair in the corner of the room. She grabbed the chair from behind and slid it cross the floor closer to john’s bedside. Brushing her thick white doctor’s cloak to the side as she sat down facing him. “Those marks you see on your chest did not come from the paramedics they were there before they found you. Don’t you know how you got them?” John moved his back tight up against the metal frame of the bed, “No” he said in a discerning voice. Then raising his voice a little higher, “I’ve told you all, I don’t know what the **** happened.” Mel eased off and corrected her posture, “it is okay don’t worry about it, with time it will all come back to you? I am sure with a little help you’ll be able to recall the past events, it will just take some time.”


John by now was starting to feel anxious about the escapade and with no answers in his mind it would only worsen. “The last thing I remember was coming to my home in my car and that’s it. Next thing I know I am here in a lot of pain. What are these marks if there not burn marks from a defibrillator? Were did they come from? And why does it hurt so dammed much?” Mel paused to think about some of the questions that she was now being asked back. She didn’t expect John not to know what had happened and she had never studied this type of burn before. “Look I think we need to give a full examination to find out what they are? May be that will answer some questions that we both need to know.” John shrugged his shoulders and looked through the frosted glass to see if he could see if anything was going on outside. “I’ll get the doctor to give you a second check over now that you’re fully awake and see if we can find out any more info on them, Okay John?” John nodded back with a small smile “please do I would like to know as well.” He responded more calmly. With that Mel stood up from the chair and walked off without looking back. “I am sure the doctor wont be long it’s been a bit quiet round here lately.” she said with her back turned to john as she exited through the door. John took another look round the pale cold room and with a loud sigh he snuggled back under the covers. While there he tried to stop thinking about the last few hours, it was stressing enough just being here and he could do with a cigarette to top it all off.

About 30 minuets had passed then an older crooked lady opened the door pulling a trolley of delights. “Would you like any thing off the trolley sir” she politely asked. John sat up and had a quick passing glance to see if there was any thing that he could indulge his eyes and mind with. “You got today’s local paper love” he quietly asked. The old lady then leaned down and shuffled though a bunch of news papers then pulled out the Cambridge Gazette and passed it over to john. “Will this do love” she replayed in a caring manner. John lent across and grabbed hold of the paper, as he did his shirt slid open a little more and the old lady saw a glimpse of the burns on his chest. Her eyes diluted as she looked and a small frown appear on her face. She then moved a little closer to john and whispered “It’s all about control love.” “Pardon, what did you say?” John quickly responded. Nodding the old lady then turned and started to push the trolley back out of the room just stopping to lean forward and open the door. What as that all about he thought to him self as he lent back to the cold metal frame of the bed. Unfolding the paper he could see the head line news’s about the day’s events. “Lightening destroys Church” read the top story. Reading on john read to him self about how yesterday a church in the centre of the small village of Cherry Hinton was hit by a huge lightening strike yet there was no forth coming warning of any sort of the storm from the weather centre. It said how from out of no ware how a storm appeared and how high winds and gusts and then a sudden lighting strike had demolished to spire of the church. Apparently no one was hurt in this freak but small disaster and how no one could explain that days events. A shiver ran down the back of john’s spine and his chest felt as though it had suddenly gone into small spasms as he read on. Some as was seen running from the building after the lightning strike but they disappeared through the grave yard and no one knew who they were.

All of a sudden John’s chest arched and he felt like his body was not his to do with as he pleased. He thought to him self “wow slow down boy” and with in a instant his muscle’s started to relax. He could see his chest wounds started to gently move in rhythmic motions in and out with his breathing and then the wounds started to heal slowly but hell they were healing. With the look of surprise on his face john then stood out of the bed and pulled off the cannula from his hand blood streamed from his hand as if a pump was forcing all of the blood from with in. He quickly pulled one of the clean white sheets from the bed and wrapped it around his hand. Then he turned and saw the big red call button for the nurse’s station out side of the room. Just as he was about to hit it then he pulled him self way. “no no what if they see I am healing my self this fast” he thought to him self. He pulled his ripped shirt together as best as he could and re arranged his Jeans and Straightened him self up. Looking down he could see small puddles of congealed blood all round he floor and then he looked back up through the frosted glass to see if there was any one out side of the window as he braced himself to escape from this lonely sanctuary.

John moved forward to the door and gently opened it inwards towards him self. One eye at a time he peered around the door to see if he could see any signs of life. Moving his hand down the door frame he could see the prints of blood he was leaving behind him. The lights again stated to flicker as john’s hart beat started to pound. He braised him self ready for the escape he had planned on. He moved his right leg around the door and pushed his way off. Quickly he moved passed the small nurses work station as he pushed him self forward as fast as he could. Nothing or no one was around was going to stop John as he swiftly moved. He could see the signs above him pointing to the Exit of the clinically sound building. As he took his step’s forward he noticed that every florescent light flickered just in front of him as though each step was a trigger for the light to flicker. John could still feel his chest self healing and the pain from with in was still there un-noticed by any one or any thing he passed. He could see ahead was a secure red door with more frosted glass and a small green mushroom shaped button next to it. John punched at the button as he did the doors swung open as he thought to him self “not much further to go!”. Speeding up to a fast walking pace john took a quick glance round for more signs to the exit and followed them as smoothly as a injured man could go. People just looked straight through him as always and carried on with there daily business as john past by them. No one seemed to care that john had dried blood every were down his ripped white blooded shirt and all down his arm and still dripping from the now blooded rag of a bed cloth.

After a few moments john could feel the breeze coming from out side. He new he was close to escaping the iridescent halls even though they were full of bustling people who didn’t care about him or his life. People just shoved and pushed and wondered aimlessly with out one second glace at him as though he was an expandable peace of **** on the floor. “Mind you this is what Cambridge was like” john thought to himself Cambridge a place were people who didn’t care and were they all are full of nothingness. He saw the main door fully open and headed straight for the exit. With one deep breath he felt the sweetness of the autumns leave’s pass through his body and soul. John then headed out of the clean well maintained hospital grounds taking a look back to see Adenbrook spread across the entrance that was his escape route. John had been in this part of the town on foot before and only new the roads so with that he followed them back on foot passing all the empty cold hearted people of Cambridge.

His mind started to wonder and he started to bring up his past. All of the lies and deceit, his bad and violent up bringing. The pending case of his paedophile father and the raping of his two daughters and his sister who escaped it all to New Zealand. This always made john feel sick inside but this was what was on his brain now and the mental and scared images of the beating’s he took over and over again as a child. Yet never once did he cry out for help, not one time did he sought the accompaniment of another voice to help get through the experiences he had gained through his own miss fortune. As far as john was concerned and was always told there were people out there worse off than him self. John aimlessly wondered back to his home were his beloved love of his life was laying in wait. Hoping that she was waiting with arms wide open like the sanctity of forbidden love. Reaching the out skirts of Cherry Hinton John’s feet were in real pain from the shoes he was wearing and the blisters that had seemed to appear out of now ware. His thoughts still laid on his past and the atrocities that he had seen while in the army. He had only joined the army to please his father whom at the time he thought would show his love more, but now he new different it wasn’t john that could please him it was the younger woman the child that kept him happy in his perverted bed. Looking down at his hand john saw the blood had stopped dripping and had already crusted over. The pain with in his chest was still there as he felt the healing process of his body carrying on it merely way. The more John thought of bad things with in his life, the better his body seemed to respond in its healing process. John was now coming up on the old church that he had read about in the news and looking ahead he saw that the spire was no longer atop its beloved but not is dismayed church. He could see slate scattered all over the grass and big black scorch marks layered around the church it self. His chest started to pump harder the closer he got to the church and its rhythmic dance seemed to out pace his heart beat. Small tiny shooting spasms passed through his chest up over his shoulders and the drumming of the beat got faster and faster as he past the church the pain all most unbearable to john but all he could think off was his home forcing him self to carry on. Once passed the now dilapidated building john’s chest calmed down back to its small pulsating beat, back to its self healing process. Onward he pushed him self back to his sanctuary from the cold heart of Cambridge.

Eventually after one and a half hours of foot stomping aces and pains John reached the back gate of his relatively new home. All was quite as was the norm around this area and nothing was new. As john pushed the latch up it raised a flood off missed memories about the events passed. Suddenly flashing through his brain was some thing that he could not quite conceive. A drive home, a argument, Black bags in the shed, deep emotions and a mind numbing pain. John stopped and froze were he was. Yesterday was a bad day for him he done some thing so inconceivable, so ambiguous, so out of character. He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out his mobile phone quickly flicking through the last few text messages he had sent. What he saw made him shudder to the bone and hold his breath. A tear gently flowed down his cheek as he read through the steady stream of messages. He had overly sent jealous and unequivocal responses to the love of his life destroying what little threads of love that they had shared over the last six months. The responses had gained momentum and then suddenly stopped with “It’s to late.” John took a deep and painful breath and then gently pushed open the gate while putting the mobile phone back in his pocket. Looking round he could see one of the plant pots and its contents all spread around the back of the garden. The shed door was slightly ajar to his left and in front of him every curtain of the home closed to stop any prying eyes from seeing the events unfold from with in its domain. John stepped forward a few paces and he gate slammed behind him as it had all ways done so in the past. Turning to his left he opened the shed gate and reviled a stash of cold dark black plastic bin bags all thrown and dislodged with in its walls. He could see some of his beloved personal possetions scattered around them hidden amongst the debris of the badly placed bags. John’s emotions fell and his senses deepened as he started to relise that this was his life in front of him. He could feel his whole body welling up inside ready for the onslaught of tears. John then put his hand inside his pocket again and wriggled his fingers to find the cold steal of the keys and gently pulled them out. Looking down at his hand he couldn’t see the back door key to his home “It’s gone” he thought to him self as he felt his body fall even deeper into the bottomless dark pit of despair. John forced the last few steps out of him self and headed towards the back door passed the broken Plant bots and the cold wet bench. He could see light protruding from the living room onto the walls of the now bleak corridor. His hart had missed a beat s he noticed a faint movement with the light and then he knocked quietly on the glass. Nothing stirred every thing had ceased to move so john tried a little hard this time. He’d seen movement the shape of his love life move into the corridor and up the stairs past his vision. John bowed his head and then the tears came with the gasps of deep breath. His Chest pain had relented and yet he could feel he pulsating beat with in him self thrusting an even heaver pound.

John herd the window upstairs from the room of passion open up and a sweet voice from his own heaven spoke “What are you doing back. What do you want?” Lorrie said with a undiscerning southern voice. John took a step back and looked up to Lorrie and frowned then spoke with a soft voice “can I come in please. Can we talk?”. Lorrie swayed back and forth from the window and spoke back “no I told you to go. I don’t trust you, you may harm me.” She stuttered out. “I would never hurt you. I love you. You are my life. Why would I do that?” john replayed in between the steady stream of tears. He had no ware to run, no ware to turn and this woman up above of him was his new life, his new love, his new every thing. Thoughts of betrayal ran through johns mind as he tried to peace together his words. “but I love you” he said back in a deep meaningful way. The provoked response next from Lorrie’s voice cut deep with in john’s heart “you are no different from every one else. All my friends told me since you moved you I have changed for the worse. I am no longer happy person. You bring me down when ever you can and you don’t like any thing I do.” John moved his hands over his face and wiped way some of the tears. What friends the bi***ual next door nabour who ****s constantly behind her husbands back with his best friends from the TA at every moment possible and betrays her own marriage. Then comes running to Lorrie every time she has a problem. The egotistical husband who for every day thinks and regrets meeting a woman who he didn’t fondle and used as a shoulder to lean and cry on with his problems because his own selfish wife would not listen. Or the friends from up north who always had an answer for every thing with out a thought about the actual words that they speak or the lack of knowledge behind the problem in the first place John thought to him self. “I never brought you down I love you to much.” John replayed hiding his words from with in his deepest thoughts. Then from over the Fence Mr egotistical husband shouted up to he Top window “you okay Lorrie?.” John turned “were fine, just talking thank you.” He answered back in a demeaning voice. John could feel behind his back and known that every word being spoke was being heard by other’s and there gestures of unwillingness to understand the going’s on with in the back garden of his hell. Still with tears pouring from the now welled up eyes he turned and spoke one more “could you give me some money to fill the car up with petrol I am skint?” John spoke as he knew by now that the mind of Lorrie has been twisted to the thought that he may harm her in some way and that some one some were, was having an influence on her own mind setting the games before hand in motion. Lorrie leaned forward “is forty enough?” john could see he beloved more clearly now “yes that will do thanks”. John’s mind started to wonder why he was being treated this way and why they couldn’t just talk and sort these problems out before it got to far. Why had john not spoke of the horror with in him self, why hadn’t he explained how he felt and the problems his mind was playing on him. With in moments Lorrie then spoke again “I will go get it don’t go any ware.” John looked up to see Lorrie disappear back into bedroom, he turned and looked at the cold door of the bleak shed and moved back across the garden to it.

John opened the door of the shed and then started to move the black bags onto the garden path ready to be moved into his Picasso which was waiting with its broken back window. He could see the carelessly placed bags and his life long belongings all scattered as though they were some sort of trash to be discarded with the next coming of the refuse collection. Unwillingly he moved and carefully tried his best to arrange it all into neat tidy piles. He then moved to the back gate and opened it and moved a small bag which seemed to contain some of his cloths to use as a door stop. John took a deep breath again as he stated to carry all the materiel possessions for with in the realm of his life to the car. Looking at his car he could see the decapitated wing mirror that had been dislodged from its holding leaning from the car. John shook his head and moved around to the back of the car and dropped the bags on the floor. Putting his hand into his pocket to retrieve the keys which once held the pass to his not so long ago love of his life. He grasped the car key and pressed the button to release the lock of the car which was always a little on the dodgy side as he herd the dead bolts unlock and the lights flash to reveal the hidden secrets with in the boot. John stepped back from the boot then suddenly a new feeling of pain shot from his chest. A feeling of pure indulgence over came him, John lent forward and grasped onto the car to relieve some of the feelings as he did the alarm set off, quickly he thumbed for the arm key with his other hand and as he did he realised grip of the car the alarm stopped. John then stepped back a few paces and brushed his hand through his hair in disbelief of what had just happened thinking to him self “what the **** is going on with me?”. Shaking his head again john started to pick up the bags one by one quickly taking a peek at the contents as he did.

[sukisue]

if u think im gonna read all this forget it no chance ever

[queen swords]

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20 Minuets had passed by when a shout came from the top window. It was his lovely Loreena calling for him in the window of the now chilled time. “Do you want it or not?” John stepped forward and looked up at Loreena with an irrational thought on his mind. Loreena then through down a letter and as it floated down two twenty pound notes fell out to the ground in front him. After all Johns months of hard labour, intensive work and the money he had earned, this is all she was going to give him back nothing more or nothing less. John lent forward and picked it up thinking to himself all these months of handing across thousands of pounds and she’s leaving him with nothing. He looked back up but she had disappeared back into the coldness of the darkened room. Then from in its hidden depths he heard, “Now **** off and don’t come back”. His heart fell even deeper as he turned and headed for the back gate thinking of all the things she had told him about her past life. The catching of her father ****ing her cousin, the basted mike, as he let his best mate **** her and then him going and buying the rapist a pint as to say well done. The mother who never showed her love and just threw money at her all the time. The father of her basted daughter who had killed himself with to much drink. The life of lost love found and the happiness of untold stories. The rage within John’s heart and mind started to grow as he headed for the car. He Moved forward and opened the drivers side door and smashing it against the brick wall it was so close to and got inside slamming the door behind him. John then fumbled for his keys and forced them into the ignition and started the car up. He looked back and reversed back from his once beloved home and his much sought after prize and then slammed the gear into first and sped off down the road.

[B]Chapter 2[/B]

John made his way from Cherry Hinton onto the A19 and started his journey back up north not knowing were to go. He put his foot down on the pedal to push the car as fast it would go. John could feel the anger and aggression building up inside of his soul. His heart again racing and his chest bulging and the pain oh the pain was starting to feel so sweet. Beads of sweat dripped down his face as he carried on down the bleak road of the A19. Looking down he could see on the written green dash board light’s 29 miles to go before he needed refill the car. His rage was building up and his passion for the demise of those who had hurt him was shifting in to a torrent of uncontrollable shakes and spasms. Looking across the lanes as cars flashed by he couldn’t see any thing but fury of his clouded judgment as it took its toile. Looking back down across the dash again he could slowly see the Miles clicking down as the car was thrusting for its deuce. After 13 miles John spotted the brightly lit McDonald’s sign pointing him the way to the petrol station and some light refreshment. John pulled the car over and parked up near the mega mall of food stops. He lent over his seat and pulled out his black deep quitted jacket as he felt the shiver of the cold breeze pass by, then slipped it on and zipping up as the tight fitting snugness off its quilted layers eased against his chest. He then turned and his eyes and quickly browsed the signs out side for food heaven.


John was feeling hungry as he had not eaten any thing in the last two days and yet for some strange reason his body was demanding the subtle touch of the pallet to be replenished. The place was half empty with the bright lights and adverts pointing out the desires of the heart and smell of the flavours for the taste buds. There was a small bustle in the corner of one of the food outlets as a customer was arguing with one of the lonely service staff and he could see that the man was not happy with what ever had happened before his arrival. John peered back round his eyes passing the temptations of the Vibrating massage chairs and the noisy arcade room hunting for food that would ignite his taste buds alive with sweet sensations. He spotted the golden glowing M sign for McDonald’s and started his way forwards with his belly grumbling to be filled, passing some three small spoiled children who were giving there mum hell for not purchasing them a toy from the store. John approached the counter of the McDonald’s stand and he lent forwards placing his elbow onto the red shiny surface. Looking down he could see his reflection amongst the red glitter and saw a tired person looking back. “Can I help Sir?” said a voice from some who he didn’t notice. John looked up and forewords as though he was looking straight through the young girl who was serving him. “Sir Can I help you?” said the voice again. John slightly tilted his head and gave a small smile “Yeh! Can I have a Big Mac meal please with coke?” As he said this he looked at her name badge and finished off his sentence with “Jessie”. Jessie looked down with a small grin on her face and started to punch in Johns order to the till. She rose her head back up and flicked her long flowing silky brown hair to the right “That will be Three pounds Forty nine please?” John stood back from the counter and moved his hand into his pocket and fumbled around for a few seconds while his fingers tried to find one of the crisp twenty pound notes then he pull them back out and handed across the now scrupled notes to Jessie. Jessie took the money and held the note up to the light and then shouted across the room “Twenty pound note checked and fine” then she opened up the till and counted out the change and handed it back across to johns hand.