The Never Ending Quest For Sanity

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 16

It was at this point that Sergey was convinced the evil nature of man was more rampant than one could have imagined.  He had heard of those in the news who had trespassed on such acts that were despicable, their lives cut short of their God-given freedom, the factor of free will becoming their downfall.

Was there an escape from the temptations that led to the most heinous of acts that caused society to vomit mentally, the disgust evident on their face but the extent thereof remaining unseen on the outside.

The emotions that were stirred in Sergey were that of disgust, as well as anger.  Life was more pleasurable when parents had to no longer fear the underbelly of society, which was quite present as well as posing immediate threats to the well-being of society as a whole.  People were evil to the core, that was for certain.

As the session concluded, Sergey was left with a sick sensation in his stomach, the thought of the trespasses that Pastor Stonefield had committed the very core of his anger.  His desire burned white hot for revenge more than ever.

That night, as he relaxed in the hot tub, there was a certain feeling that resonated as a gong would resonate in the ears as though one were sitting mere inches away from the deafening volume.  He was deaf to the cries of those who begged for mercy from his wrath, the judgment executed from the angle of justification.  

There was, indeed, no shelter.

As the days passed prior to the next session with the detective, he was eager to hear more of the history that had plagued the mental wellbeing of the one who was supposed to be mentally fit, although he was sure that many in the profession of law enforcement suffered from such plagues, they just wore a mask as well that concealed the true state of their mental anguish.

He had vowed to not smoke any more m*******a, but at this point, he was convinced that breaking the vow was his only option for inner peace.  He sat in his living room and smoked away the mental anguish he now felt more than before.  

Was this really his calling?  Was he equipped to handle such burdens?  It was only a matter of time before he knew the answer to such a question.

It wasn’t a night of restlessness that he had suspected had stemmed from the source of turmoil as he had felt that night he had been visited by spirits that he blamed the course of the night upon, but this night would yield an amazing rest that he was due.  He felt free and happy, something he had not felt in a while.  

Over the course of the night, a storm had brewed unlike any that the area had seen in years--over 100 to be exact.  This was not a typical storm, though, as nature brewed, but a blanket of insanity that draped over the population, sending the most level-headed into a state of crisis.  For once, Sergey’s methods were unnecessary in aiding the decrease of those that composed the underbelly of society.  

At 3 AM, the turmoil began.