I be having nightmares.  Twisting and turning in my  cell.
Whimpering an  heating up.
The gun in my hand. Shaking  bloodied to shoot my other part of myself in the head. It had that glowing pitch white imitating eyes. Whole  part of it whole side of it face infected. Stared at me leaning slowly forward. Hands gently on my bending knees. My recoil control was unstable.  Felt so  uneasy. Waken up in burst of hyperventilating. Coughed up to the edge of the bed recovering. Stood ahead my boss worried how far gone I was. Are you okay? You can decline anytime if things get to-" I stopped him right there.  " I ain't going anywhere. This where I need...