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A Blur

Holden was never late to anything, so that Halloween day in which he had the important meeting everyone at the office was talking about, he woke up extra early. The last four months for him had been hell, his mind was all over the place at this point and to top it off he had been having problems with his long time boss and friend Mr. Flynn who also served as CEO. He arrived at the office and went straight in the meeting room. Places were labeled with the names of the highest ranks in the company but his name was nowhere to be seen so he returned to his office where the mind drifts started again so he took a Prozac and went to sleep right there in his office.

He woke up a few hours later with his hands full of blood and the papers that once were on his desk now all over his office, he instantly stood up to find Mr. Flynn on the other side of the desk with his throat cut open. It was only the both of them on the building now, on his hands, Mr.Flynn had termination papers for him. Holden broke in tears and sat on his leather chair, he started to think he was behind his friend’s death but for some reason he could not remember what had happened. There was also a voice recorder on his desk which was recording 3 hours earlier, he listened to the whole thing.

In the recordings, Holden admitted to have committed the murder of his wife and daughter and warned his future self not to take Prozac, because of the hallucinogenic side effects that might make him lose control over himself. He already knew he would be going into some big trouble so he wanted to get to his house and try and make a video trying to explain things. Everything was peaceful quiet for him, he was so strangely calm for what he was living. grabbed his car from the buildings parking lot and headed home. He turned on the radio only to hear the national anthem playing so he instantly turned it off and thought about how he was going to do this “explanation” tape. He went in his home and looked for his video recorder and tripod everywhere to get everything set up as soon as possible but could not find them anywhere. He finally went into his garage, where he would find his own dead body on a stool and the video recorder still taping.