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crambled and climbed up the side of the dumpster, I braced myself for what I was about to see. “Hey, I think you might have a head injury, you probably shouldn’t be doing that right now!” Ignored him and peered into the dumpster.Nothing. Well, there was trash, but other than that, nothing. “WHAT THE F%^~?! There was a body in here last night!” The man had climbed up next to me by this point. “Is this some kind of hidden camera show?” I shook my head. “Alright well, you’ve wasted enough of my time. Since you’re clearly ok, can you please get out of my way so I can continue? Some of us have schedules to stick to.” I’ve been called crazy enough times in my life to have it happen again. “Yes, sir. Sorry it was just a practical joke!” He looked at me like I was the biggest asshole he had ever seen before he jumped down off of the dumpster. Clearly, he was not amused. Without another word, he climbed back into his truck. I took this opportunity to start walking back to my home.Do I need to get back on anti-psychotics? I was really worried that I was losing it. As I walked up the steps to my house something caught my eye. I saw a car pulling out and leaving. The driver lo

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oked like… The man from last night. The Maniac Man. He glared at me, flicked me off and peeled off. “What the hell is going on?” There was an envelope taped to my door. I grabbed it and pulled out the letter that was inside as I walked in.— — — — —This story came to me one day while I took a nap. The dream barely made sense to me while it was happening, but everything I saw and felt is described above. I began writing it out in 2020, on Facebook, as status updates. Then I realized that I should probably do the story some justice and put it out there for whoever might possibly see it to see, and not confine it to my Facebook friends list. It’s a series, and I can vividly imagine the characters and the setting in my head. I’ve decided to start publishing the parts of the story I have so far on here. I don’t know if anyone will read it, but at least I can say I put it out there. Hope never dies.Here is <a href="https://flowmar.medium.com/orderly-chaos-d9df17ee3ea7">Chapter 3</a> Here is <a href="https://flowmar.medium.com/orderly-chaos-668ef019e1d1">Chapter 5</a>©2021, Omar Imam. All rights reserved.</article></body>

Chapter 4 — I Think I’m Losing It

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I woke up to a man in a green uniform looking straight at me, pain searing through the back of my head where it had hit the pavement. “You have too much to drink or something? You need a hospital?” I looked up at the man like a sad puppy, and reached my hand out. He obliged and helped me up to my feet.

I felt the back of my head, there was a lump, but no sign of any blood anywhere. Had I imagined everything? The sun was shining bright, so apparently I had slept outside for the entire night.

I suddenly remembered about the events of last night. I looked around, there was no red liquid anywhere. I remembered about the blonde girl. “Did you see anyone…?” I looked over at the dumpster. The garbage truck driver had seen me before emptying the dumpster out. “There’s a dead body in there!” I exclaimed. He looked bewildered and stared at me wide-eyed. I scrambled and climbed up the side of the dumpster, I braced myself for what I was about to see. “Hey, I think you might have a head injury, you probably shouldn’t be doing that right now!” Ignored him and peered into the dumpster.

Nothing. Well, there was trash, but other than that, nothing. “WHAT THE F%^~?! There was a body in here last night!” The man had climbed up next to me by this point. “Is this some kind of hidden camera show?” I shook my head. “Alright well, you’ve wasted enough of my time. Since you’re clearly ok, can you please get out of my way so I can continue? Some of us have schedules to stick to.” I’ve been called crazy enough times in my life to have it happen again. “Yes, sir. Sorry it was just a practical joke!” He looked at me like I was the biggest asshole he had ever seen before he jumped down off of the dumpster. Clearly, he was not amused. Without another word, he climbed back into his truck. I took this opportunity to start walking back to my home.

Do I need to get back on anti-psychotics? I was really worried that I was losing it. As I walked up the steps to my house something caught my eye. I saw a car pulling out and leaving. The driver looked like… The man from last night. The Maniac Man. He glared at me, flicked me off and peeled off. “What the hell is going on?” There was an envelope taped to my door. I grabbed it and pulled out the letter that was inside as I walked in.

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This story came to me one day while I took a nap. The dream barely made sense to me while it was happening, but everything I saw and felt is described above. I began writing it out in 2020, on Facebook, as status updates. Then I realized that I should probably do the story some justice and put it out there for whoever might possibly see it to see, and not confine it to my Facebook friends list. It’s a series, and I can vividly imagine the characters and the setting in my head. I’ve decided to start publishing the parts of the story I have so far on here. I don’t know if anyone will read it, but at least I can say I put it out there. Hope never dies.