The Descent into BlackWater

My name is Alexander Dempsey. If anyone finds this and is willing to continue  reading, then my journey has begun. I travel only in understanding psychosis, the mind losing it's grasp on reality. Being a psychiatrist, especially in study for a first job, there are observations to make with the patient you deal with. Some patients have their trauma, their anxiety, depression, split personality, schizophrenia, smoking habits that they just can't break.

During my learning of psychology there has always been a ponder to a question that lurks from time to time: Do the people who are stuck in their own psychosis understand that they themselves have lost their minds?

Granted that the question lingers makes me wonder if I will ever remember my name for the coming years? My name is Alexander Dempsey... and I'm desperate for a cigarette.

       
I Just bought a new pack of Marlboro Red 100's from the gas station off the highway. The man behind the counter gave me a funny look, as if there was something on my face that stood out, like a wart or my scar. He asked me if we ever met before?

Then he mentioned the school I used to go to and the name Dempsey rang a bell to him. CottonWood Elementary was the school I used to go to in Pennsylvania. His name was Richard and he had a smirk on his face.

     

As I get on the highway there is a man on the side of the road with his car smoking from the hood. As I saw him walking away from his car his fore head was bleeding with a dent to the skin. I thought of stopping and helping the poor man in a bad circumstance but decided to keep driving and continuing the trip. Something about that man made me feel strange. He also had this smirk as he put out his thumb like a hitchhiker to signal me to stop. Now I would have helped him, not like I ever helped someone who needed assistance. Just my gut reaction.

     The highway from the distance seemed as if it was never ending and the sun set began to fall down behind the valley. An dark, orange tint shone in through the windshield and began to blind me. I put down the visor down to block the bright sun and began to speed up. My black mustang had a full tank of gas and the velocity felt amazing. I turned on the radio and scrolled through channels to find ROCK 107 and Elton John began to play Tiny Dancer. As I drove and got the vibe, my cigarettes fell off the dashboard and landed by my foot where I have my foot now. Besides getting a blowjob while driving and ending in a car crash, this here is another example of fatality. Even though the climax can be less messy. I pulled over and reached down to grab the pack of cigarettes and a truck came by blaring it horn. I jumped as the sound came past by me like a speeding missile. After such a startle, I lit up another cigarette and drove back out on the highway.

   

Along the way there was a sign that mentioned of a motel. As it became 9:30 I began feeling tired and needed to rest for the trip. I walked in to the motel and went to the front desk where this woman turned and noticed me walking towards the desk. Her smile was shiny white with red lipstick and her eyes shone out a green. Eye of the Beholder she was to my senses. "Can I help you tonight?" I approached the desk and made good eye contact into her green pastures. "Looking for no vacancy. Any rooms available for the night?" She smiled and looked at the rooms and said that room #103 was available and the charge would be $20.50. Including breakfast. As I observed, her name tag read - Karen. The name Karen reminded me for a second of a woman I once knew way before I took this job. It was in her smile, her blond hair.... I told her to have a good night and gave her an extra $20 just for her to keep. She gave me the key to room #103 and said to me that I didn't have to be so kind. Then I asked if she would like to join me for a drink in my room. She told me she would like to but has to head home and see her child. I walked up the steps and looked out to the view as it was dark and the moon was out. As I walked into my room I kicked off my shoes and sat back only to stare at the ceiling. As I became bored I soon walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I pulled out of my luggage a Colgate toothpaste and my toothbrush. Side to side as I brushed there was a sound coming from the bathtub. The curtain began to rattle between the sound of pure silence. I stopped for this rattle. It was distracting. Then came a sound of a struggle on the marble like a squeaking of wet flesh on the surface. A breeze past by me from the window that was left open. As I looked at the window and the bathtub, a strange muffle began to occur. I opened the curtain and saw a man tied up in a bathtub with duct tape covering his mouth.