Finally home

It happened again. I fell asleep in the middle of the day. I can feel my legs moving, but I don't know where to. Maybe another bar? Perhaps to meet someone? I'm not sure if he always knows where to go, though. It was nice to take a break and still work to start with, but now I'm just bored. It's been like this for as long as I can remember; I'll wake up somewhere random, sometimes sweating like I've run a mile, sometimes covered in blood. I started when I was five. I'd wake up outside with fur in my mouth and a pet missing. Once, it was even the family cat! If you can believe that. Lately he's been experimenting, I'm not sure what with, but the house is starting to smell weird.

Ah, awake once more, surprisingly in a place I know. I walk up my street and to my door. I guess it's just another mundane day. Maybe I actually went to work this time. As I fumble with my keys, I feel him in the back of my head. I don't think he was ready to let me drive the body, but that's tough. He's screaming now. If we had furniture, he'd throw it. The smell hit me thick enough to cut with even the dullest knife as I opened the door. Cobwebs litter the downstairs, accented with speckled dust on the windows. Well, what's not boarded up. Of course, no lights. I'll head to my room, but first I'm getting rid of that smell. I don't care if he likes it.

 He's struggling to come back out now, and I feel myself slipping into him. He's so much stronger, clawing at the inside of my brain; he'll turn us inside out to get back in control, but I have to know. Letting my eyes adjust to the darkness of the living room, the smell gets stronger. He's rampaging inside me now, trying to pry me away from looking. I can see The silhouettes now, two by the west wall, one by the east, and a pile in the middle. Who are these people with no jaws, no eyes, no teeth, just blank people. Why aren't they moving? Why are they facing me? What is this mound of sewn up flesh in the middle of the room? And why is this one fresh?