Gerald is a 23 year old man who loves to cook. But everytime he cooks, he tends to chip away at his fingers with his knife, almost like his body has been shut off. After a couple of seconds though, his brain switches back on and he rushes to the bathroom to put a bandage on his bleeding finger. He has seen therapists to see if they can help with his problem. Most therapists he goes to just give him medication but he always, no matter what, will chip away at his finger. Everyday. Even when he goes to work with a stapler. But one day, something went terribly wrong.. He went downstairs to make some breakfast for himself when he accidently hit his thight against the cabinet behind him. When he hit the cabinet, something fell out. His medication. It rolled across the pale floor towards his feet where it eventually stopped rolling. "Huh?" Gerald turned around, picked up his medication and was going to take it but, he read the labels (for the first time) and saw he wasn't taking medication, but instead something worse.. An unexplainable substance was being labled and Gerald couldn't believe it. For the past year he was taking this without knowing. It looked and tasted like medication. That's why he didn't notice. He got out of his pyjamas and got dressed up in a suit but, as soon a he tried to walk to the front door, he fell down on his face, knocking himself out.. TO BE CONTINUED...
