Gellar awoke to find five dead women in his bedroom. Their faces
pulverized, nearly caved in while their bodies draped over furniture, mangled, twisted;
completely destroyed.
Compounding Gellar’s horror were his bruised fists with swollen knuckles and broken teeth piercing his flesh. He broke their bodies with his bare hands and turned their faces inside out with hammering fists.
Frightened, with no recollection of the massacre, Gellar thoughtlessly ushered himself through his living room, noticing all of the paintings burned or shredded. Stunning artwork brutalized as savagely as the dead women in his bedroom.
Gellar rushed to the patio of his fourth floor apartment as dozens of questions swirled inside his mind simultaneously causing him nausea.
The cool air of the new morning slightly soothed his frayed nerves. He focused on the half-risen sun and the cavalcade of colors that painted the horizon. It was beautiful. Suddenly, Gellar snapped. He grabbed one of the lawn chairs dressing the patio and flung it towards the sun, hearing the thud as it hit an unsuspecting stranger’s car roof. Gellar felt compelled to destroy the horizon. Gellar wanted to destroy everything that was beautiful.
Compounding Gellar’s horror were his bruised fists with swollen knuckles and broken teeth piercing his flesh. He broke their bodies with his bare hands and turned their faces inside out with hammering fists.
Frightened, with no recollection of the massacre, Gellar thoughtlessly ushered himself through his living room, noticing all of the paintings burned or shredded. Stunning artwork brutalized as savagely as the dead women in his bedroom.
Gellar rushed to the patio of his fourth floor apartment as dozens of questions swirled inside his mind simultaneously causing him nausea.
The cool air of the new morning slightly soothed his frayed nerves. He focused on the half-risen sun and the cavalcade of colors that painted the horizon. It was beautiful. Suddenly, Gellar snapped. He grabbed one of the lawn chairs dressing the patio and flung it towards the sun, hearing the thud as it hit an unsuspecting stranger’s car roof. Gellar felt compelled to destroy the horizon. Gellar wanted to destroy everything that was beautiful.
