In The Dark: A Twisted Psychological Horror and Dark Occult Novel by Blake King

Author:Blake King [King, Blake]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-11-26T06:00:00+00:00

AFTER

I look at my phone. It’s that strange hour that nothing is quite right.

That time when it’s almost too late for lunch but it’s too early for dinner. Rush hour hasn’t started yet, the crowds haven’t funneled back on the streets.

I think that I want to go home, to beat it out, to hide.

I can never be certain what decides for me when I decide. If it’s the medication that I’m on, the disorder, or me.

It’s hard to tell and sometimes, it makes no sense to fight it because I know that no matter how hard I try, I won’t ever get the real answer.

I have no clue who is in charge of me, who I can go to in an emergency. Which one will take over? Which one will fail, and which one will win.

In my head, to me, all three of them are distinct, they are very real because they all exist within one frame, me.

None of them share in the pretense, it’s always after, and sometimes not even that. The gaps in my memories I wasn’t warned about before, they just appear, sometimes they stretch, other times they disintegrate, and I get the memories.

They come to be broken, shattered into so many pieces even though the entire thought is there, I might never see it.

When I decide that I want to go into a bar, that I want something to eat, that I want to drink, I have no idea who made the decision, I just know that my body followed.

It walked the path it was asked too.

It’s rare I stay out, that I come out of my shell for anything other than what Quinn needs from me. Unless it’s a task specifically designed by her, I don’t stray.

If I fail, if I go into an episode, a psychotic break, I want it to be under her orders. I want it to be here fault.

That’s all it ever is, where to assign blame before I have a chance too.

I walk through the door, timid, nervous, my eyes were wide, almost swollen as I look at the bar with no one in there except one man at the bar, drinking, another behind the counter serving.

He greets me, I nod, smile something forced, something unnatural, and ask to take a seat somewhere that isn’t the bar.

I look at my phone, trying to time happy-hour, when all the rest of the people will get here, I think that I have at least an hour, maybe half that.

That should be enough.

When I sit, I tense, it doesn’t wait long.

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