Dead Man Walking (Glanny Fic)

Chapter 31

So that's what we do. Medication is given to me from the next day and as the weeks go by, my monster seems to come out less and less. And as weeks turn into months, he's practically gone. And when he does rear his ugly head, I can control him. I am in control.

And my relationship with Glen is flourishing. My blackouts are still happening, but much less often. And I haven't hurt him in about a month now. It's been almost a year since this whole story started back when he came to visit me, and this has been the most consistent month I've had in such a long time. I haven't seen him as happy as he is these days. It's the best feeling in the world.

I haven't left the house though. Well, yes I have. I've gone on little walks through the woods with Glen, and me and Mark went and played Frisbee in the fields. But I haven't gone anywhere else. The thought of leaving this place sends a chill right down me. I'm safe here. Nothing can touch me here.

I'm sat by a little river behind the house. I dip my feet in the cool water. If I would have done this a few months ago, it would have been the best feeling in the world. My inner child would have come out and I would be squealing with joy. But it turns out that it was just the manic side of my condition coming out. And that my bad moods were the depressive side. And he was just the psychotic part. Everything just seems to make so much sense now. Everything is so clear and so calm...

It's beautiful.

I see some bare feet dip into the river next to me and I look up at Mark. I smile at him as he wraps his arm around my shoulders.

“How's it going?” he asks.

“Really good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I feel like a completely different person.”

“You are. In the past month, it's almost like everything that happened has gone away.”

“It hasn't, though. I still have to look at Glen and know what I've done to him. Look at you and feel like a dickhead for the shit I've put you through...”

“But we know what it is now, Danny. We know that this is a part of you that needs to be continually controlled.”

The idea doesn't really sit well with me, but I know it's for the best. I don't like it, but I know I have to do it. For myself. For Mark. For Glen.

“So, Dan. I came out here for a reason.”

“So it wasn't just to look at my pretty face against the horizon?” I tease and he grins.

“Ah, sorry, I only feel that way for the female variation,” he grins. But it soon fades and his face grows serious. I feel a little nervous at the possibilities this could mean.

“Okay, sorry,” I say. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong. Nothing at all. We just...want to talk to you about a change.”

“What kind of change?”

“A pretty big change. A really good change in my eyes. But it is completely up to you.”

“You're being very cryptic, Mark. Kind of need a bit more information to give you an answer.”

“Yeah. Sorry. I just...man, this is a big deal. I thought I had worked myself up to ask you...”

“You're not asking me to marry you, are you?” He laughs, and I grin. “I mean, that is a big change. And I would have let you down, I'm afraid. I'm pretty damn devoted to another man. Our best friend, in fact. And you would be making shit very awkward.”

“Shut your face, Dan! You're safe with Glen, don't you worry.”

“You are a very beautiful man though, Mark. And any man would be happy to have you. But, you know, you're not my cup of tea.”

“Alright, alright. Point made. Jesus, since you've calmed down, you're an arsehole.”

I grin again, but don't say anything else. This is clearly important, and hard for Mark to talk about. I don't want to drag it out any longer.

“Okay. We've all been talking...” he eventually begins before pausing again. “You've been doing so well here. You've grown and shown so much progress and, like I said, a completely different person. But being out here in the middle of nowhere, it's not ideal. There's nothing for you to truly test yourself against. You're kind of in your own little bubble here, and as great is that is, it's not helping you any more.”

“So...what are you thinking?” My heart is pounding and my mind is whirring with all the different scenarios that Mark could be thinking of.

But the answer he gives me is not what I was expecting...

“We want to move you back to the real world.”

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A/N - Another little chapter here for you all. But I didn't really have any other way of making it longer. And later, the chapters do get a lot longer, especially near the end. So what do you think of the decison? Is it going to be a good idea? Let me know guys! Vote, comment, do your thing. Much love x