A Bushwick chronicles

It was dark and gloomy the air heavy with disparity a dense fog covered the ground sticking to it like sludge a chill cut crisply threw the night cold, alot colder than usual. Johnny was walking home from class last one of the day utterly exhausted from his studies Johnny was taking his time. In a slacked stance with his book bag hanging off one shoulder the glare of his phone reflected social media in the lins of his glasses,where behind them laid a driven set of piercing brown eyes full of intuitive know how and the will to win. A gust of wind blew threw his well groomed hair that could only be described as sea salt carmel completely complimenting his darkened skin tone.turnning left on Lynn street Johnny had a good 5 blocks left till he was home having done this chronically for about two months now with hardly any excitement, besides the bothersome kids or the local bump there wasn't much to see in the swaller of Templeton. A college town in a herion culture. Where the rich are rich and everyone else is a different grade of failed excuses for people...basically stick to one side of town and your fine and Johnny was definitely on the good side of town. Quiet as usual let Johnny stay in a stance of ease. That was a mistake..... in a split of a second Johnny started gasping for air his body trembled vigorously his knees buckled and he collapsed convulsing on the ground his eyes rolling upward towards a still and certain dark that you cannot fight nor run from just accept the fate that lie ahead.waking abruptly Johnny panicky surveyed the room naked in his room bedding stripped from his cot floor and walls looked newly cleaned, but why? And why was he naked he thought what's going on he quickly ran over towards his closet flinging it open to reveal a table with a change of clothes and a letter. crisp and expensive parchment paper concealed the the answers he was looking for

Dear Mr Bushwick, You may have noticed a lack of possession in your Manor wed like to explain get dressed and come to 6789 Bellville Rd suit 400 at 2 pm sharp we have a lot to talk about be seeing you soon E.l

Throwing the letter on the floor Johnny started getting dressed, when it hit him is he suppose to just listen to a piece of paper after fainting he thought the last thing he needed was a mystery adventure so he decided to ignore the instructions and leave for the doctors I gotta find out what's going on.

1st street clinic Johnny wrapped around the corner heading inside when he tripped and almost lost his balance grasping for the railing to correct himself Johnny had bumped into a woman never thinking a girl would be intimidating in anyway Johnny was shook jet black hair whipping like razors blades across his face a slight glare from the ice in her eyes let him know she wasn't playing in a clean pant suit topped off with prada heels she should not be at the free clinic quickly looking away as to seem inconspicuous she hurried down the stairs and and left Johnny life as quickly as she entered it. Kinda baffled Johnny continued inside searching for answers. Opening the door and walking in he knew something was off his hair was at ends this place was creepy enough with the fluttering lights that were that off yellow color the walls covered with peeling paint ironical that it was filled with lead which could only lead to assumption asbestos was in the ceiling above him,putting that all aside there was a different reason for the nerves in his stomach going hay wire he was observing and surveying the waiting room when it hit him no one was there besides him and the receptionist. Now I don't know how your towns free clinic is but his was always packed with various people scamming drugs but not today nobody was around and to think of it Johnny didn't recognize the receptionist either. Slowly approaching the counter the women spoke in a monotone voice Mr Bushwick I presume . Without much thought he answered yes ma,am. With a push of the button the double doors opened and she's simply said room 12. As he was walking down the corridors looking