Psychosis Chapter 2: The Morning After The Night Before

As the sound of his alarm resonated through his skull, he rose from the comfort of his bed and trudged immediately over to the coffee machine his mornings so dearly loved. Marcus Johnson had never minded the early mornings, but since his paper had made him redundant, the point of the early start had faded into a distant memory.

Sitting down at the table, hot mug of coffee in hand, he happened to glance over at the apartment door. The lock had been splintered open and left ajar, a small blood stain across the handle. As Marcus began to push himself up from his chair, pain began to radiate from his left wrist, contorting his face with agony. It was at that point that he realised, he had been at a bar last night with friends and he had no recollection of ever coming home...