Pending by Gleason Clint

Author:Gleason, Clint [Gleason, Clint]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-04-17T07:00:00+00:00

ENTRY 15

I’d been in a fog my entire life, and over the next few days the haze that was produced by those pills lifted. The world around me was clearer, cleaner, louder. It was like before I could hear a crowd from outside a room and now I was in the middle of them, and it was deafening. Everything had changed. All my senses had heightened. My fingertips, my taste buds, and even my cock. It was constantly up until I grabbed a hold of it like Sandra had done. I had no idea how controllable my world was without sticky dreams.

I’d taken pills in the morning, at lunch, dinner, and then before bed as long as I could remember. They’d called them vitamins, but they weren’t; they were an inhibitor, and they had practically reduced me to basic human function. I bet I was at a quarter of my capability on the pills. Not taking them and the removal of the inhibitor unleashed me to be my prime self. Without them I felt like a runner who got his legs back and was running at full stride. I knew I was capable of more though, and I intended to find out how much.

I still pretended to take the pills, but I found that once they were in my mouth I could destroy them whenever I wanted. All I had to do was think about them, allowing a speck of power to touch them, and then they would disintegrate. Management had no idea.

I’d been under the influence of those pills for so long that I had never truly been myself, and I’m still not. Now I have room to grow. Who knows who I’ll be in a few years or even in a few hours. I needed to talk to someone, so once again, I stopped showing up for work.

***

A supervisor I’d never seen before came to my door. “What seems to be the problem?” he said.

“I have questions.”

“You’re well aware of the repercussions of questions.”

“Do you know anything of value?”

“I’m going to report you, Trent. More time will be added to your work commitment.”

He was trying to be tough but was doing a poor job of it.

“I want to talk to Rabin.”

“He’s unavailable. Whatever issue you’re having, you can tell me—”

“Fuck you!”

The supervisor looked like he’d been slapped across the face.

“I want to talk to Rabin,” I said slowly.

“He’s on the surface. He won’t be back until Wednesday. It’ll take him a few days to catch up on the work he has down here, so he’ll probably be able to come see you on Friday or at the latest Tuesday. Will you go back to work until then?”

He was telling the truth, or at least he believed what they’d told him.

“All right,” I said.

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