Miss Him, Miss Him

Old Dirt Road

"You know that you can't escape, Paul," a voice behind him said. Paul turned around quickly. It was Billy, again.
"Could you please just leave me alone? I'm terribly tired of whatever this is," Paul responded sharply.
"No, I've actually been having lots of fun with this," Billy grinned.
"You're only enjoying watching me be scared, that's all. Please, just let me go," Paul begged.
"So, you're regaining memory, eh?"
"What?" Paul frowned.
"You've been in that closet for weeks," Billy shrugged.
Paul's heartbeat quickened. He was confused—in a frustrating way.
"I've been keeping you sedated in there. You've only woken up a few times. Ah, how peaceful you looked. I miss that," Billy explained, his expression a high contrast to Paul's.
"Even if that's true, I'm not letting you do that. Not again, no," Paul snapped, glaring at Billy.
"You've only been mad throughout these days. Even when you were barely conscious, you were quite feisty," Billy chuckled.
"So why am I awake only now?"
"I wanted to see what would happen."
"What reaction are you trying to get from me? What's the purpose of all this?" Paul demanded.
"Think of it as a game. They're meant to be for enjoyment, aren't they?"
"Oh, yeah! My favorite game—torture the bass player of The Beatles!" Paul exclaimed sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
"It's more like an experiment, actually," Billy said in fast defense of himself.
"So, what'd you say to me as I was "barely conscious"? I remember that you said something."
"Words of discouragement."
Small memories of the whole event flashed through Paul's mind, enraging him a great amount. He didn't want to be isolated in there again.
"You're sickening, Billy. You make me feel sick."
"In a nauseous way? That's a side effect of being sedated," Billy murmured.
"What?"
"Hm?"
"See? This is why I despise you," Paul groaned.
"Aw, I really wouldn't say that I'm too bad," Billy teased.
Paul stormed over, pushed Billy onto a table, and immediately walked into the closet, slamming the door. He would've preferred total isolation than to keep arguing pointlessly with Billy. Reaching for a bottle of water, he crawled over to the corner, chugging it immediately. It had a slightly salty taste that Paul didn't notice immediately. He knew that something was off about it, but he shrugged it off.
Soon enough, Paul felt overly-relaxed, oblivious to his surroundings. He slid to the floor, the bottle falling softly out of his hand. Paul placed his hands on his chest. A dizzy sensation overtook him.
The door of the closet slowly opened, revealing Billy.
"So, you've drank the water?"
"What're you doing?" Paul slurred, incredibly confused.
"Not much," Billy replied.
"Well, the room is becoming a spiral and I'm part of it," Paul's speech was even more slurred, his words delirious and completely nonsensical. The effects of the drugged water were very fast-acting.
"Got it," Billy nodded.
"What're you saying? Do you know what I said?"
Billy shrugged as he closed the door. Paul stared at the ceiling, darkness enveloping his vision.