Frank’s night was fitful. When he did fall asleep, even for the briefest of times, his dreams were tormenting. He had visions of Liam mocking him. “Finally in my right mind, I see you as the freak the rest of the world does.” Liam took off his head then, like something in a horror film Frank had seen alone in the back of a dark theater several years earlier. In The Brain That Wouldn’t Die, an evil doctor kept body parts alive after they’d been removed from their person. Liam was like one of his creatures.
Frank had always been his own worst enemy. One side of his brain was an overzealous general leading the battle against the other side that wanted him to believe he could be content. Why should it be any different, just because he was asleep?
Happy to see dawn finally break, though nowhe
