Post traumatic stress?

Well through that happened in January I was held at the hostpital for an extremely long period of time.

This just came to me that February is half way over and I even forgot to give Marcy a valentine gift.  Well anyways the hostipal was fine.  The food was okey and I got to catch up on News.  Through I feel sad for missing work.  I still have my job, but I feel like a potatoe just sitting there when I'm perfectly healthy.

The doctors asked a lot of questions along with the feds.  Most of them I just said "I don't know".  Still after a week they let me go.  It just feels odd now.  Just like the world is different. Just a tad different.

And now on

I was sleeping or rather staring at the wall.  It seemed like hours trying to get to sleep and funny enough when I'm about to get some sleep I hear something.  I've been getting really paranoid sense waking up in the marsh that day.  The hole in my arm was about heal.  So I just stay still waiting for another sound.  I wait and then another sound.  Something's in the room.  Now I'm petrified ,heart beating, sweating and all the stuff.  I straighten up through and decide to do what my mind doesn't want.  I quickly jump out of my bed and onto my feet.  Two figures in the room, one to the right just watching and the other right in front of me holding something.  I strike first swing a fist into the guy's face.  He drops what he was holding, another needle.

I push the guy and he hits back reaching for my throat.  I'm not much of a fighter and I haven't been going to the gym lately.  Luckily this guy wasn't in top fitness either.
I grabbed him and slammed him to the wall ,yet a pain hits my right arm.  I didn't notice the other guy coming over.  It was too late through I just swung a weak one and fell back.  Some how the pitch black I was fighting in became even more darker.


I woke in a giant room.  The walls were covered in markings and some sort of fire pit was in the center.  More guys were around and it was better lit by a bunch of candles.  Masks all of them had masks like the ones I saw before. 

My hands were tied behind my back and one of them was holding me by my neck ,pushing my head down.  One with a robe of some sort came out and started to speak in latin.  I couldn't understand him and after a minute they all just stood there waiting for something.  I closed my eyes hoping that it was a dream,yet I knew it wasn't.  When I opened them again I saw a new man standing near the leader who was now kneeling with his head turned down.  I couldn't see the man's face because of the other stooge holding me down.  He looked well dress for being with these guys and started near me. .  About a foot away and he frozed.  I was on my knees, still my head forced down. It seemed like an eternity.  Suddenly I felt the man release me and I could look up. 

Before I could a burst came out of know where, my sight just whiteness all over.  Sounds of gun fire filled the place.  I fell to my side and as my vision cleared.  It seemed that the FBI was keeping tags on me after my first abduction.  They were lucky on this one through.  Seemed that it was the last night they where going to steak out the apartments. Thank God. 

Either way all the cultists either died or was arrested.  Yet when I told them about the man in the suit they said he wasn't there.  He must of made a quick exit and some how got out. 

Well I doubt I'll ever see him again.

God bless

A long time ago

I am back.  Been bout a month and then some sense I came to this stupid thing.  I have so much to tell. 
First off ,after I got back from D.C things were going well.  I decided to stop this blog since I started drifting off with other things.  Now I've just been released from a hospital that I've stayed for a week. I thank God that the FBI got to me in time.  I need to go for now. Got to get some groceries.