Finding Fisher by M.J. James

Author:M.J. James [James, M.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: NineStar Press, LGBTQIA+, Dark, Hurt-Comfort, reunited, tearjerker, family drama, contemporary
Publisher: NineStar Press, LLC
Published: 2020-04-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Ian had been on plenty of drug-induced trips before. He had flown through the neon-colored clouds. He’d walked across a crystal-clear ocean while the bug-eyed whales and sharks below stared up at him and smiled. He’d even flown like a featherless, purple eagle over mountains of tie-dyed swirls. He could get lost in a haze like a fucking pro.

But the magic carpet ride he currently rode on felt different. There were no bright clouds. No smiling sea creatures. He wasn’t flying—the complete opposite, in fact. He felt like he had been strapped down, weighted, gravity times a million. His body had never felt so heavy, so immobile. And Jesus, the cold. A painful fucking cold. Yet, he didn’t really feel cold. He was just…there. There in the darkness and cold, like nothing.

He wanted to wake up. Had been trying to for an eternity. But something held him back. Drugs? Too much whiskey? He didn’t know, but for some reason he couldn’t make his body do what he wanted. Inside, he felt like a fucking warrior on the battlefield, swinging his sword, slicing in half everyone and everything in his way. On the outside though? Nothing.

“He seems good today.”

Words split the darkness. Ian could see them cutting through, tiny pinholes of light where they entered. They floated down to him from a million miles away, transparent and wobbly, but there. They landed on his chest. Vibrated in time with his heartbeat. He wanted to touch them. Feel them. Remember them. Couldn’t.

“He does. So much better.”

More words came down out of the dark. More specks of light. These felt closer, though, like the emptiness around him had shrunk by half. They landed just like the ones before, but beside him this time. He could feel them burrowing beneath him, finding a nice warm spot to live.

“Can he hear me?”

“Yes!” Ian screamed his answer as loud as he could. No sound came. His lips wouldn’t open. His voice wouldn’t work. His mind kept shouting the word over and over, desperate to be heard, but his body refused. He watched the words slip beneath him like the others. He could feel them there, just under his back. They were pushing him. Pushing him up toward the lighted pinpricks. He pleaded for more words to come, to carry him all the way up so he could see.

“I think he can. Even if he can’t, don’t stop talking to him. He needs to hear us.”

“Are you doing okay?”

“I’ve been better, but I’m fine considering. I’m just happy he’s here.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Ian rose higher and higher as the words filled the darkness around him. As he inched closer to the light, now so bright he could make out things like curtains and a window, sunlight and trees, his body began to wake up. His arms tingled. His legs. His throat itched like a thousand bees nested there. His eyes were heavy, but they always were when he got drugged out of his mind. His heavy lids didn’t matter though.

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