When One Thing Ends, Another begins

Xavier awakens with a jolt startled by his dreams of recent nights. This one worse than the previous. The reoccurring dreams must mean something.
“ahh I can never sleep anymore” he says. He turns over and attempts to get comfortable on the cardboard and pulls the large sweater back over his shoulders. He lays under the stars in the park and looks towards the lake where the moon is reflecting a soft yet omnipotent light.
“what was that???” Xavier sits up and turns to his right, trying to focus his eyes on the thing making the noise. There is a soft rustling and a short husky grunt. Xavier bolts up, grabbing his knife from its sheath attached to his thigh. There is a soft green glow in the distance. Xavier runs toward it for no apparent reason. Suddenly there is a yelp. It is not a cry of a human or even an animal it is something different, something strange and unknown. Xavier dashes towards the light and trips over the root of one of the many oaks. He gets up quickly and streaks towards the door. It is locked. He knocks fervently yet there is no reply. He turns around to the audience of people sitting in the lobby of the psychiatric ward of the hospital. Each of their faces yearning to be recognized and loved. He tries the door one more time and it is open. Xavier walks through only to discover that he is lying right back on his bed with the noise still resounding within his head. The soft green glow has gotten brighter and has moved towards the lake. Instead of running Xavier takes his time and walks slowly down to the water careful to minimize the many crunches and cracks of the twigs and leaves beneath his warm feet. He reaches the shore and the light seems to be coming from beneath the surface. He slowly drifts his hands beneath the surface and tries to snatch the light from under the water. He leans far out as the green moves away farther and farther. He reaches for it and cant touch it. He reaches farther and farther until he has reached too far. He plunges into the water. He sinks fast he tries to swim upward but only ends up plunging deeper and deeper into the dark waters. He swims for what seems to be an eternity and finally reaches the surface. He thrusts his head into the cool air and the sun suddenly beams on his wet head. He slowly gets out of the pool and starts to de-robe. One piece of clothing comes off at a time, drenched and soaked with water. He keeps his underwear on and slowly moves to the fence. Looking through out to the free world. He sees a house in the distance and moves towards it without taking a step. He tries to use the door to get in but it is locked yet again. He peeps through the window. There is a family gathered around a table. The table is set for 4 but there is only one person there. It is a woman, she is holding a baby in her arms and placing food on the plates that will surely not be eaten. There is a sense of recognition within the walls of the house and he sees a mirror on the opposite wall. In the reflection he is sitting down with his two sons. Sitting across from his wife, he is holding a baby. Xavier begin to weep. He wipes his tears away and looks at his hands. They are stained with blood. He looks back at the image in the mirror and notices that he and the two children are all bleeding and distorted. The one boy is missing an arm and his jaw is hanging off the left side of his face. His teeth are imbedded into his cheek sticking out the other side. Xavier feels a tugging at his chest. He looks down to see his arm clinched on his side his hand mangled and limp covered in ice and blood. Xavier sits up drenched in sweat. He looks down at his hand to make sure that it is fine. His hand is not there. Xavier screams and jumps up. He is blinded by a red light and collapses onto his makeshift bed.
He awakens several hours later in bed. He rolls over and puts his hand on his wifes shoulder. She rolls over with a blank look on her face. Xavier gets up and gets dressed, kisses his cold wifes face goodbye. Goes into the kids room and does the same to them. He grabs his revolver from his bedside dresser. The cold blue steel smooth on his hands. He loads it up and tucks it snugly between his hip and his pants. He sets off to the cemetery. He visit’s the grave marked X. Holland. He kneels down. Pulls the revolver from his waistband. Places the round chill muzzle on his left temple. He pulls the trigger. A loud shot rings out through the cemetery as the crows scatter and fly away on the light breeze. Xavier gets up and wipes the blood off his face and treks off to the shelter for some moldy bread.