Demons Inside Part 1

 As I sat in my house, I began to look around. As I looked to my left I saw a glass, a light yellowish brown liquid filling about a quarter of the glass with a few drops of ice, condensation forming with droplets of water rolling down the edge of the glass onto the coaster below it. To the right of it there was a cigar, still slowly burning, almost completely done with ashes all around it in the ash tray. Sadly enough, I knew it had happened again. The "demon" as I called it had taken over and done lord knows what. I hate the feeling of never knowing what I've done the night before. 

  First thing I knew, was that I needed to figure out where I was, and how to get back home. As I began to move, a pain shot through my head and I fell back to the chair. I slowly placed my hand on my head and began to rub my temples softly. Great I had a hang over again. I should be used to this pain by now but it took a few seconds to fully adjust to the lighting and the sound of bass coming from a speaker somewhere nearby. As I began to slowly move all I could feel was a painful pounding in the back of my skull as the pounding continued I had to close my eyes for a moment and let myself breath and focus. I had been hung over before but this was by far the worst time yet.

  Nausea hit me as I suddenly ran to what appeared to be a nearby bathroom. I was in luck, as soon as I got in there I found a toilet as I began to puke. It felt like my innards were being pulled out of me as I began to slowly heave repeatedly over the toilet. As I finally finished I wiped my mouth and flushed the toilet then began to rinse my face and mouth to try and help. I got up and then my jaw dropped. I looked into the hall as everything began to sink in. Blood was smeared down the walls and it all lead to a woman, beaten, bloodied, and dead.

  This wasn't the first time this has happened. I have about a fifty percent chance any time I black out like this to wake up next to someone who's dead. As I gathered my thought my body had already gone on auto pilot, I began to clean the blood and wipe everything down with bleach. Soon I wrapped up the body lugging it over to my car and put the saw and shovel it. It was time to dig. I drove off quickly down the road, trying to stay quiet and close to the speed limit. If I got pulled over this could be the end for me. Soon I saw an old familiar dirt road and began to turn onto it.