| Author: | Byzantine Thomas | ISBN: | 9781370909117 |
| Publisher: | Legion Of Filth | Publication: | August 18, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Byzantine Thomas |
| ISBN: | 9781370909117 |
| Publisher: | Legion Of Filth |
| Publication: | August 18, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Wez Kessler was a good boy. Handsome. Good-natured. A rule-follower. However, as a teen, he went through a very long and lonely rough patch. Even though there were people all around him, Wez felt alone. Lost. Depressed. And then, as he entered college, he felt seemingly back on track again. And yet, not quite right. Though Wez was happy, overall, even giddy at times, he was also possibly going crazy. He heard voices. A female voice. Giggling, to be exact. Wez was medicated for it. Then he heard nothing. Felt nothing. So, he went off the meds. And in time, the giggling returned. Fuck this, he thought to himself. "I'm going mad! Fine. I rather be mad than be a fucking zombie!" he said aloud, one day. Then, almost in response, came the giggling. "Ahhh! Fuck this shit!" This sort of thing became something of a sad routine for Wez. It affected basically every aspect of his life. He barely finished college. He barely found employment. And he barely found love. And when he did, only intermittently. And so, there he was, at the end of his twenties. Living alone. Working at a lackluster job. And for the most part, hating his life. Lucky for Wez, his entire life was about to change. Lucky for Wez, his every wish was about to come true.
Wez Kessler was a good boy. Handsome. Good-natured. A rule-follower. However, as a teen, he went through a very long and lonely rough patch. Even though there were people all around him, Wez felt alone. Lost. Depressed. And then, as he entered college, he felt seemingly back on track again. And yet, not quite right. Though Wez was happy, overall, even giddy at times, he was also possibly going crazy. He heard voices. A female voice. Giggling, to be exact. Wez was medicated for it. Then he heard nothing. Felt nothing. So, he went off the meds. And in time, the giggling returned. Fuck this, he thought to himself. "I'm going mad! Fine. I rather be mad than be a fucking zombie!" he said aloud, one day. Then, almost in response, came the giggling. "Ahhh! Fuck this shit!" This sort of thing became something of a sad routine for Wez. It affected basically every aspect of his life. He barely finished college. He barely found employment. And he barely found love. And when he did, only intermittently. And so, there he was, at the end of his twenties. Living alone. Working at a lackluster job. And for the most part, hating his life. Lucky for Wez, his entire life was about to change. Lucky for Wez, his every wish was about to come true.
