Phases Eight

Phase 11 Hallucinations

Why do I care about fear when my life is already a hell?

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"Get out of my mouth. Please get out of my mouth."

For the tenth time, Amy rinsed her mouth with the mint-flavored mouth wash, but the stench of the kiss hasn't faded. Her heart skipped a beat, whenever she thought about the incident back at starbucks. Jake's cold and moist lips brushed against hers. They were not deep into it, but Amy's insides were completely melted like an icing melting all over a cake.

She looked at the bluish-green liquid in the bottle with disgust. She took a last gulp from the bottle and spit it as soon as it touched the tip of my tongue.

Reminder. Too much of Listerine involves the risk of throat inflammation.

Her throat had the taste of hydrochloric acid, after completing an entire bottle of Listerine. She disposed the bottle in the trash, and stripped herself for a shower.

Midnight showers give me an undisturbed sleep.

As the warm water touched Amy's skin, she tried to drown herself. She let her thoughts to flow like the uninterrupted flow of the shower. It was the only place where she had the privacy to contradict her thoughts. Except the rest rooms, every nook and corner of the mansion was under surveillance. Though it was for her safety, being watched round the clock was tiring. She must be always aware that Hayden or other psychiatrists of her hospital would be watching her life in a television.

For this reason, I preferred to shower four to five times in a day.

Earlier that day, she had an encounter with Iris, the drama queen. Iris was the pacifier of Amelia's emotions. Iris could even make people believe that she was the president of the United States. Amy used her to fog her memories, to make herself believe, she was something that she wasn't.

Amy was more of an uptight person, surrounded by a thick mist that hid her true identity. But for the past few days, her mind has been messed up. She was not able to think properly, or focus her attention on anything. She sensed her mind was sort of, getting excited for Jake's arrival.

I had been alone for too long, so I'm just finding it difficult to adjust with a new way of living.

Amy didn't know on what mind she made a one year contract with Jake. She was more of a roaming person. She never stayed in Brooklyn for more than six months in a year. To be exact, her alters didn't allow her to. But that year, everything was getting different. She voluntarily made a contract with Jake, Barbara nearly sold the mansion to Jake, Leo was getting closer to Jake, and Nick hesitated to harm Jake.

That was the thing Amy couldn't believe still. NICK HESITATED TO HARM JAKE. She watched the surveillance clip for more than hundred times just to make sure. First Nick had the tip of a knife on Jake's Adams apple. A slight prick over there, Jake would've been a dead meat. But he purposely stalled time and dragged the knife to Jake's collar bones. Even when he jabbed at the collar bones, Nick's face was scrunched up like he hesitated to do it. That was the only reason Amy wanted Jake to be her personal secretary.

Standing in the water for a long time, the wrinkles in Amy's skin intensified. She turned off the shower, but stood in the same place to enjoy the last few drops of warm water. She realized that it was pouring heavily outside only after the shower stopped. The thought of rain made her body shiver in cold. As she grabbed her towel, the light flickered.

Hurriedly, Amy wrapped the towel around her torso. She wasn't a fan of darkness. All the lights and electric appliances shut down in an instant, leaving Amy in pitch darkness. An unpleasant sensation crawled through her stomach and caught her throat. She screamed, like her life was depended on it. If the walls weren't soundproof, Amy was sure the NYPD would've been at her door step.