Free Controlled Chaos (Deadly Dreams Book 1) by H.T. Night

I got out of bed and walked into my kitchen and found a nice red pen. I wrote every detail of dream three down. I looked at the other two dreams and I knew there was more of a connection than the fact this guy Felix was the main character who sometimes killed people.
    They were too vivid, in the way that you would remember a party you just returned from. I didn’t understand what it all meant, but I knew enough that something extraordinary was happening to me.
    I rolled out of bed to get the newspaper that was sure to be at my doorstep. I was one of the last people to enjoy a newspaper in the morning. It reminded me of my father. I wasn’t going to pretend it didn’t.
    I had no intention of going into my office that early, if at all that day. I had no idea how to deal with the sun, and I was sure exposure to it was killing me slowly. I opened the door slowly as sunlight came through the crack. I looked around for the newspaper and snatched it up, burning my arm only slightly.
    What a way to live...
    I pulled out another steak, wrung it out into a coffee cup, and sat down with my newspaper. I knew what I was doing was only something a mental patient would do, but I ignored it for the time being, as it cooled my throat. I would have thought I would gag at the taste of coppery blood in my mouth, but it was actually quite delicious. It was never enough, though, and I knew I would have to find another alternative for food.
    What the hell was wrong with me? Was I pregnant?
    Look, I wasn’t stupid.
    I knew how similar to being a vampire all my new characteristics and symptoms were. But there was no way in hell vampires existed, and no way in hell I was now one of them. I would continue to look at everything that was happening from a rational, scientific perspective. I may have contracted a weird disease from one of those men that bit me, for all I knew.
    I opened the paper and perused the news, looking for something specific. I didn’t find any information about any murders.
    I closed the paper and drank my blood. I threw the paper in a heap in the corner of my kitchen. I thought I should probably talk to Steve about these dreams. Maybe Steve had heard about some of this or had run in to the creepy-looking Felix.
    My thoughts drifted to Donna. She was special to me because she was raw and honest. What she said to me touched my heart. I might not have shown it, but I was incredibly flattered. I had battled having feelings for Donna for years. She didn’t bullshit around. She didn’t lie. And for a drug addict, that was an amazing trait to have. She needed me, and I worried again if I would fail someone else. I did not want to see her on a slab in the morgue, and I worried that her fate was already sealed.
    Prior to drug use, she had been a talented artist. She was a painter, an amazing one at that. She longed to return to it, but her drug use had a hold on her. This was why she needed me. She wanted her life back, and I was just the person to give that to her. Why was I thinking about her this much? All I knew was that I wanted to help her kick her drug of choice: crack.
    What was happening? Was I developing feelings for my old friend? That was never good. This was going to test a lot of boundaries. It was an exciting and very unfamiliar time.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Thirteen
     
     
    5:30 p.m. Thursday Evening
     
    I didn’t go into the office. It seemed I had bigger issues to figure out. I did, however, plan on dropping in to check on Donna as soon as the sun set to make sure she was doing alright. I worried about her addiction and feared letting another friend slip through my fingers and overdose. It might be time for a career change. If Donna was determined to change her life, I wanted to make sure that happened, regardless of how we felt about each other. The main goal was to make sure she was clean.
    I called Donna from my cell as I made myself some coffee from my old-school coffee machine. I’d had