Evan had stayed on the floor for three hours before he got up and walked to the couch. That has been several hours ago now. He hadn't eaten all day and the only thing he had drunken was the coffee when he woke up. He didn't move since he came to the couch. It was already dark outside, but the CFO was staring at the same point on the ceiling that he had chosen when he first sat down on the couch.
It was already close to midnight, when he started drifting to sleep. But before he could drift into a deep sleep, he was awaken by a male voice. "Don't forget your medicine!" Evan sat up and stared at the door. Then there was the voice again. "Your medicine is in your notebook bag."
What medicine? What is he talking about? And who is he!? Evan turned his had around, sure the man was standing behind him, but nobody was there. He got up and walked through the room, but couldn't find anyone. When he passed the corner where his new desk stood, his eyes stopped at his notebook. In your notebook bag... He didn't know why, but his eyes wandered down the desk till the notebook bag came in sight. His legs felt weak, but he just had to go there.
He walked to his room, the bag in his hands. Evan sat down on his bed, ready to open the bag, but he was nervous and his hands were shaking and he couldn't get them to work the way he wanted. He closed his eyes and took two deep breaths. His hands were still shaking, but he got more control over them and opened the bag. It was empty. Sure, my notebook is on my desk. He felt somewhat relieved. Then he saw the outlines of something in the small inside pocket. Sweat covered his forehead, his hands... no his whole body, the shaking got worse again. His fingers touched the pocket, opened it carefully and slowly and got all things out that were in there.
"No!" it was an almost voiceless whisper. He stared at the syringes, the vials and the pillbox in his hands. He didn't know where those things came from. How did this get here? I didn't buy this stuff! What is it? Evan felt a panic attack coming up. He didn't need any medication. Sure he had some allergies and had an Epi pen and some other stuff, but nothing like this. He put the things on his bed and opened the pillbox. The pills were gray and had some yellowish spots on them. Nothing he had ever seen looked this way.
Hank knows what this is. Where is my phone? He looked around for it and remembered that it was still lying on the floor right at the door. He grabbed all the stuff and left it on the table in their living room before he went to get his phone.
Evan got back and placed himself on the couch. He looked at the pills again and at the blackish blue liquid in the five vials. His finger wanted to press the call button on his phone, but his eyes were on the syringes and he put the phone down again to touch the medical items on the table. He closed his eyes and his fingertips felt every detail of them. Are you crazy, Evan?! Get a grip on yourself and call Hank! He took the phone again, but there was the voice again. "Take one of your pills and calm down, Evan." He turned around only to find himself alone in the room – again!
"No!" He said it loud, though he didn't know why. Maybe he thought it could help to keep his sanity.
"You really should listen to me, boy! Hank won't like it, if you don't take your medicine and gonna be messed up tomorrow. You know he wants to know about the current financial situation of HankMed."
"Who are you?" A big part of Evan thought he was losing his mind, but some small piece hoped he was okay and there was really someone with him that just was just hidden somewhere so he couldn't see him. Of course there is someone! Probably the same person that put the drugs in my notebook bag! His panic mixed up with paranoia now. He was scared and looked around. But nobody was there. He could see a new water bottle on a small table in the corner. He got up and grabbed it. Thinking about the way he felt, like someone was stalking him and being close to him to hurt him, his brothers words came back...paranoid...Hank had told me I'm paranoid, maybe I really need this meds and forgot to take them. That's probably why I hear those voices and ….
He put the bottle and his phone in his pockets and took the stuff from the table to bring it all to his room. He decided to call his brother from there. He closed the door behind him and hoped he could call his brother now without the knowledge of the other person in the house. But as soon as he reached his bed the voice was back again. "Now take your pill."
Evan didn't want to and tried to get his phone out of the pocket. As soon as he got his phone out he wanted to call Hank. But there was the voice again. "Don't call him! He will be mad at you! Take your pill!" This time it was like the voice was next to him and he dropped the phone. But Evan was still alone. "NO!" he screamed and went down on his knees. "Please stop!"
The voice wouldn't stop, it kept repeating "Take your pill!" over and over again. And now it came from everywhere in the room. Evan pulled his blanket from his bed and tried to hide under it. But the voice was still there. He put fingers in his ears, but the voice was getting louder and he couldn't get away from it. He cried in fear, felt like he couldn't breath anymore. For a moment he tried to focus on numbers to get over the panic and in hope the voice would just disappear. But it was hopeless. The man that talked to him was angry now. "Take your pills, idiot! You can't get away! If you don't take them yourself, I'm gonna make you take them and I'll let you pay for it!"
Evan's body was shaking uncontrollable, he was sobbing and even though he tried, he couldn't get back to the numbers again, his head felt empty and light, but at the same time heavy and filled with the voice in his room. He finally gave up and took two of the pills and washed them down with the water. He laid down on his bed now, still shaking and sobbing, his face showed panic and horror, his clothes were wet from all the sweat, but his eyes were the scariest part. Everyone who could see him like this right now would have been shocked – his eyes rolled from blue to white and to blue back to white and so on. Evan kept whispering words that nobody could hear and after a while nothing he said made sense anymore. He even started laughing, but it was not his usual hearty laugh, this one was from a man that didn't know what was going on, a man that felt more horror than he could deal with. He laughed like insane people did. People he had seen in movies or TV shows. And at the very same time he cried heavy tears and was lost in this place of insanity. The thoughts of Hank where far away now and he didn't even feel himself anymore. It was like all what made him Evan was gone...