[ WP ] You are granted each wish in the form of an enemy

The man said I could wish for anything. Boy, was that something to try out and see work. I now had money, a great car, a house, and a beautiful wife who adores me, all of which I am now driving towards in the car of my dreams. No strings attached, nothing to take and nothing to give. 
 
 It was perfect. I probably robbed the guy blind. No way can all this be real, especially about the part of me being invincible. Wasn ’ t going to try that one out, but at least my car is nice. 
 
 As I drove up to the street with my name on it, to my beautiful manse, she awaited me with flowers and a gracious hug. She was perfect. Everything was perfect. The food was delicious, man was she a good cook – hopefully she can teach me. 
 
 I asked what her name was, and she laughed at me saying that I know that it is Belle. The name I always wanted my other to have. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. 
 
 The following weeks were in paradise. Belle was amazing and everything I had hoped for. The manse was spacious and had all the accommodations that were, at the time, crazy thoughts that I was spewing out at the man. Knowing this was for real I had plans to tell my family and for them to come and visit. 
 
 On the day of their visit, I had a SWAT team infiltrate my home. Belle was as scared as I was. It turned out my money that was in my vault was stolen from banks across the world, that even possessing it would be years in jail. I had no idea. Belle was looking more and more anxious. Finally, she snapped and threw herself at them to distract them. I bolted. 
 
 None of this mattered, I would just have to find the man again and ask for something different. I jumped into my car and plowed through the garage. The radio was on, broadcasting about the live raid going on…. 
 
 “ New Report: Corpses found inside walls where suspect with stolen cash has been hiding for weeks. Suspect ’ s lover an illegal immigrant with ties to prostitution rings in Europe. Now for Spo… ” 
 
 I snapped the radio off. What was going on? Do I need to get tested? Corpses? My train of thought derailed as my car swerved out of control, a wheel had broken off or an axle had snapped. Whatever had happened, it was not good. 
 
 I flew through the window and was launched several meters from the vehicle. Several bones had snapped in my body. I was a twisted wreck and my car was no better. 
 
 I was administered to a hospital, my condition was not good: I should have died but here I was. Paralyzed, blind in one eye, two pierced lungs, a hole in one of my arms, and a lower jaw missing. 
 
 My family did not want to have any part of me. No association. I was such a blubbering mess that the state put me in a psych ward. Wheeled around by a reeking nurse named Bella, who is an eyesore, and not a single hope in me to get out of here. 
 
 I met my doctor a few days in the psych ward. His face seemed familiar but I did not recognize him. He stated that this hospital is where insane dreams go to die. 
 
 He looked at me and smiled, “ Unlike you. ” 

