Poison in the Well by Chris Tetreault-Blay

Author:Chris Tetreault-Blay [Tetreault-Blay, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dead Men's Tales Publishing
Published: 2020-05-28T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

I often referred to my memory as my ‘third eye’. I have already mentioned my seemingly supernatural ability to remember things from even the earliest moments of my life, but I discovered over the years that I also had the ability to ‘turn on’ – or off – my memories at will. I imagined my mind very much like the filing cabinets I discovered in my father’s old office. Every event in my life had been recorded and filed away, with its own label and date stamp, ready for me to recall whenever I needed to. Or, on the flip side, I could choose to lock certain painful memories away where they could no longer harm me.

Trying to avoid drawing too much attention to myself or appearing conspicuous in any way, I called upon my third eye as I walked through the lobbied entrance to St. Catherine’s District Hospital. I had not consciously remembered the ward I had awoken on a few days before, but I somehow knew that the route I had taken when exiting the hospital will have been stored in my subconscious.

As if on cue I followed signs almost immediately, my feet knowing which direction to take me. I breezed past the Reception desk, where the woman there was struggling to deal with a growing cue of patients, and turned a few corners before realising that I must have been aiming for Turner Ward. Instinctively, I entered the nearest lift and pressed the button to take me to the third floor.

When the doors opened, I felt no longer under the control of the third eye. I stepped out into the corridor, looking both ways for a few moments before deciding which direction to go. A nurse entered the corridor to my right, and through the open double doors behind her, I spied the reception desk for the ward. Now that I knew I must have been in the right place, there was nothing left to it except for asking someone to direct me to April.

As I walked towards the doors, my stomach began to churn. I felt nervous, as I imagine a young boy would when being faced with asking a girl out for the first time. I tried to force the thought aside. It was absurd, I had no intentions of declaring any kind of affection towards her. She had a boyfriend, anyway. Whether he was an ex or otherwise, he obviously still occupied a place in her life. Any attempt for her hand would be futile and would only lead to further humiliation for me.

Not something I was ready for.

I rehearsed my opening lines a few more times in my head as I pushed through the doors.

Hi, April. Do you remember me? Was just passing and wanted to say hey. No she would never fall for that. Who would just be passing a hospital and be propelled to wander in and say hello to a junior nurse?

Hi April, it’s me. The guy who couldn’t remember his own name.

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