Jon Theodore went about his day like any other. Waking up in mansion next a new girl who doubted he even knew the name of. But her body was rocking, and she had a nice rack to add to it. He yawned. There really wasnâ€™t anything new to his life. But he always felt wrong, as if there was more to life than what he had. He should of been the happiest person in the world. Yet, he was always depressed, and aggravated. The lady in the bed rolled over with a light moan. "Stay asleep love, its 4 in the mourning. You can get up later and ask Jerome to  take you home. He is  my butler, and will do anything to return you home safety." With that he spun and headed towards his bathroom. Which was elaborate and nice.<br/><br/>White walls, with tan tiles seemed to give the bathroom a ceramic look. He had a Jacuzzi, and a nice shower that seemed to have pretty towels hanging from the outside of it. Instead of getting dressed he headed for the sink to look at himself. Just as usual  there was a dark line under his eyes from the lack of sleep he has been getting. Considering he thought having sex would get rid of these awful nightmares. But it wasnâ€™t working. He was tired, but every time he slept there was a nightmare in the mist  and he would wake up , not even an hour later. His white knuckles were balled in a fist and reached for the cigarette pack that rested on the side of the sink. He opened the pack and took a cig out of it, then put it back in its place to take out a lighter which he lit. The dim lighting made the flicker from the cigarette seem to light up the room. He sighed. Nothing ever went right. Hell everything always went wrong. Having all the money in the world means nothing if your not even happy.<br/><br/>His reflection suddenly changed in the mirror, blood seemed to drip from the suddenly shattered mirror. While his dark brown eyes seemed to be tinted with red. In surprise he punched the mirror. "Im so fucking delirious." The hollow sound of his hands smacking the mirror , and shattering it echoed through the room like a hollow reminder of his nightmares. Why? Why did he always have red eyes? It almost made him want to scream. But he was a man, and a man does not do such things. He wandered over to the garbage and tossed the half smocked cigarette into the trash can the was placed in the corner of the large bathroom. Then turned and quickly finished brushing his teeth. After that he went to his room slipped on a black pair of dress paints, and a white dress shirt, while tying a tie loosely around his neck. With that he grabbed the pack of ciggs on his desk, and set of keys that were right next to it. It was time for him to go to work. Which his office was always open from 5 to 9 PM. It was simply because of his lack of sleep. Of course his coworkers always teased him that nobody was up at that hour. But at least he got the job done.<br/><br/>As he headed out the door he heard a ever so familiar voice.<span style="font-style: italic"> "Sir there is a letter here. It is best that you read it." </span>The old manâ€™s voice spoke gently as he shoved his crinkled hands that held the letter towards him.<br/><br/>"Thank you Frederick I will read it at my leisure."  He noticed the seal seemed familiar yet he had no reclamation of ever seeing it before. He heaved a sigh and allowed the door to slam shut behind him as he teared the white piece of paper so that he could read. He stood looking over the paper. It spoke about "being able to get rid of his nightmares, and that this camp was just perfect a man of his age." He sighed again. Having an odd feeling that he didnâ€™t have a choice. There was no reason why he had to be at work this early. He decided that maybe it might be worth checking out this damn camp for once. Rolling his eyes, and sliding the paper into his pocket he made his way to his black Ferrari. The engine purred to life , and he made his way out of the driveway. Then at a random stop light he pulled out the letter checked the address and headed towards it.<br/><br/>In about two hours he found a dirt road with the sign ""Wellâ€™s Summer Camp!" spelt in big bold yellow letters. In tiny letters underneath was written "you must walk no cars allowed." He groaned and parked his beautiful car on the side of the road. Got out of the shiny black car , and locked with his automatic lock thing on his key chain. Then turned around. "Well wonderful I have to walk the rest of the way. Damn" He muttered , and began the long trek up the dirt road. It was surrounded by woods, and honestly he was half creeped out by it. It took about fifteen minutes for him to reach the top where the road seemed to dip down then veer left. So again he kept walking till he saw cabins. The main cabin was close to him, then there was a a slightly smaller one to his left, and even smaller one to his right. He heaved a sigh. With slight annoyance he made his way up the stairs of the main cabin, not quite sure what to expect from the camp. But he opened the main door , and entered the room. "Hello is there anyone here?? I got a letter from you people , can you please help me?" He asked in half frustration.