A Personal Inferno

Chapter 8

You wake up to the tall ceilings of virgils office. The warmth of the sun light on your face. Virgil is sitting next to you, looking out the large window. You can see he is smiling. He looks down to you and helps you up.
"Take your time, my friend. You may feel a little lightheaded and groggy. Here, drink this water." He hands you the glass, and you take it from him. Before, everything you pick up, whether it was a glass of water, your keys, or your cigarettes, felt heavy. But it doesn't. Everything feels normal. "Was that real?, like, did we really just do that? travel through my own mind?" You ask him. You take a drink of the water to get the dryness out of your mouth. "Jesus fuck I really did have cotton mouth, my mouth was dry as fuck"
"Yes it was my friend, you really did do that" virgil says casually. He takes the glass from you, but you have so many questions to ask him. It felt so real to you that it couldn't have been in your mind. But you feel like if you ask questions, he won't answer.
"I take it if I start asking more questions about what happened your nit going to answer?" You ask. Virgil looks to you and smiles and says, "Everything you need ask has already been answered, my friend. You have bettered yourself and conquered your demons. The question that you should ask is, what are you going to do next?"
You ponder on every word he has says and you ask yourself that question "what next"
You look to virgil and say "thank you Dr virgil, for everything". He smiles and gestures towards the door. You start to walk towards the door and it opens and you walk out. As the doors slowly shut you here "good bye my friend" but before you can react the door shuts.

"Are you okay sir?" You hear. It's the lady from before she is sitting at the desk looking at you.
"Yes I'm good thank you" you reply.
"You look good. Much better than you where before you walked in here 10 minutes ago" she says. 10 minutes that's how ling you where in there for.
"10 minutes you say are you sure?" You ask.
"Yes sir, 10 whole minutes from when you walked in from when you stand there. Dr virgil is a master at his work"
You are baffled you look at the clock on her desk and you notice she is was right. It's only been 10 minutes from you went in. "I must be going now thank you and Dr virgil for your help" you say graciously.
"Anytime sweet heart I'm happy to see tou looking and feeling better" she replies. You start walking towards to front door, hearing every set you take on the marble floor you say "fuck sake I sound like a horse walking here" then you start saying joyfully "clip, clop, clip, clop" over and over again playfully. And before you know it you reach the door, you take one look behind you looking at all the surrounding area marvelling at the beauty in the art work all around you for one last time before you leave. You push the door open to the outside and the sun light blinds your eyes as if you walked into a room of bright warm light.

Outside now it takes a second for your eyes to adjust. You look around and everywhere you look you see is hustle and bustle. Cars zooming past on the street, there horns blaring. People walking fast to get to work weeving in and iut if ither people. The smell of rain on this concrete jungle drying from the warm if the sun. You walk down the steps and there is a man there looking in all his pockets "where is my cigarettes? Fuck sake I must have dropped them somewhere" you walk up to him "here mate, I have some" you say to him. You reach I to you side pocket to grab your cigarettes and you feel something odd. You pull what they are out and you are in disbelief. You pull out 4 vials that you had when you where in my mind, The exact same ones. You think to yourself "but how, this was all in my mind how can I have these if I made them up" you look back to the building and it's not there. The white building you walked into and came out not a second ago isn't there. A bakery is in it place with apartments above. You are baffled to what has happened you didnt see there is a note attached to the vails. You open the note, and it is in very fancy righting
"Never bottle up your emotions, my friend. Always talk to those who love you or those who know how to help you. And they can help you when you are overflowing.
V."
You smile at his message, and a tear rolls from your eye. "Are you okay?" the stranger asks. "Yeah, I'm good sorry mate here keep them." You hand him your packet if cigarettes and walk away from him. You put on a fast walk bumping into people saying "sorry" for everyone you bump into. Your walk turns into a fast walk, then turns into a jog to get home. You get to your home and rush in. You get to the frint door and almost fall through it head first. You rush over to the note you had written out and tear it up and throw it out the window in the kitchen. You quietly walk over to your bedroom, and your partner is still there asleep in bed where you left them. You walk over to them and crawl into bed next to them, cuddling them , holding them close. Tears roll down your face as you hold them close, and you whisper, "I love you so much, my love, you are worth living for, and our future is worth living for"