Another Drink
Session 3
Sometime later I became aware of myself getting up. My body seemed to be on autopilot, while my mind just sat and watched. I went and got a rag and began cleaning up the broken glass and drying amber liquid. Picking up a somewhat large piece of the shattered glass I looked at it with a blank mind. Holding it tightly I saw a rivulet of bright red make it's way down from my fingers, my eyes widened. Gasping I felt my mind being shoved forward, everything suddenly became sharp and clear. Every sound, smell.... it was painfully attacking my senses. Opening my hand the piece of glass wet with blood fell from my hand and joined the other pieces of shattered glass at my feet.
I became aware of my heavy breathing and my sweating palms. Why after ten years of not thinking of her did she suddenly fill my mind and make me do things I wouldn't normally do?! Looking down at the broken glass I sighed and began cleaning up the mess again.
It's been a few days since the incident with the glass. Looking to the door I heard someone knock, getting up and making my way to the old green door I opened it to find Gerald. Over the years he had changed very little, though time changed everyone. He stood over six feet tall and was muscled, his high school days on the football team.
"Hey man, you mind if I come in?" He said, his voice not that much different from when we were young.
"Yeah, maybe you can keep me from losing my mind.... So what brings you around this part of town?" I said letting him. We headed to the kitchen, sitting down he sighed and looked me straight in the eye.
"It's Phoebe."
"What's wrong with Phoebe?"
"She's been really down...she hasn't been able to find Helga." It was now that I remember that just before Helga left, Phoebe had done something to make Helga finally leave. A year later Phoebe began a search trying to find Helga and apologize...but that was now nine years ago.
"She's thinking of giving up… Helga just doesn't want to be found." Gerald said with some sadness, he was worried for Phoebe... their marriage was only into it's fourth year.... it wasn't suppose to suffer like this. It's all Helga's damn fault!
The sound of a motorcycle driving by was heard. The scene of Helga riding away on hers came to mind...Damn it! Leave me alone!
Session 3
Sometime later I became aware of myself getting up. My body seemed to be on autopilot, while my mind just sat and watched. I went and got a rag and began cleaning up the broken glass and drying amber liquid. Picking up a somewhat large piece of the shattered glass I looked at it with a blank mind. Holding it tightly I saw a rivulet of bright red make it's way down from my fingers, my eyes widened. Gasping I felt my mind being shoved forward, everything suddenly became sharp and clear. Every sound, smell.... it was painfully attacking my senses. Opening my hand the piece of glass wet with blood fell from my hand and joined the other pieces of shattered glass at my feet.
I became aware of my heavy breathing and my sweating palms. Why after ten years of not thinking of her did she suddenly fill my mind and make me do things I wouldn't normally do?! Looking down at the broken glass I sighed and began cleaning up the mess again.
It's been a few days since the incident with the glass. Looking to the door I heard someone knock, getting up and making my way to the old green door I opened it to find Gerald. Over the years he had changed very little, though time changed everyone. He stood over six feet tall and was muscled, his high school days on the football team.
"Hey man, you mind if I come in?" He said, his voice not that much different from when we were young.
"Yeah, maybe you can keep me from losing my mind.... So what brings you around this part of town?" I said letting him. We headed to the kitchen, sitting down he sighed and looked me straight in the eye.
"It's Phoebe."
"What's wrong with Phoebe?"
"She's been really down...she hasn't been able to find Helga." It was now that I remember that just before Helga left, Phoebe had done something to make Helga finally leave. A year later Phoebe began a search trying to find Helga and apologize...but that was now nine years ago.
"She's thinking of giving up… Helga just doesn't want to be found." Gerald said with some sadness, he was worried for Phoebe... their marriage was only into it's fourth year.... it wasn't suppose to suffer like this. It's all Helga's damn fault!
The sound of a motorcycle driving by was heard. The scene of Helga riding away on hers came to mind...Damn it! Leave me alone!