Who are you?

Chapter 11

(George's POV)

Months had passed and no sign has been signalled from above.
Every day I live in fear.
Everyday I walk out of the apartment and pass by regular people as I pray that today is the day I go back.
Everyday I sit with my therapist and hope she believes the lies I tell her.

"George, are you feeling happy today?"
"Yes," Lie, I was dying inside "I think the tablets are working" Lie number 2, only the first bottle prescribed made it through my system but after I realised they weren't helping I began pouring them down the drain.

"That's great news, you have really improved since we first met," her neat mouth forms a forced smile. She's not happy for me. She's faking it.

"Do you still have those nightmares?"
Those nightmares.
The ones where I envision the man in white physically torturing Will, forcing me to watch the same way he'd previously done to him?
The ones where I'd wake in a cold sweat with no one to comfort me, having to slow my breathing and scream past the other voices to calm myself?
Yeah, those nightmares.

"They've decreased, in the last fourteen days I've experienced only three,"
Hah, yeah, only three.

"I'm so proud of you, George. It must be really tough loosing a loved one,"
Ah yes, lie number three. I pretended Will had died of cancer in order to avoid questions.

I just hummed in response to everything else she had to say. Her advice seemed legit but I've little time to go running at 5am, join a yoga class, or write a novel.

Soon my routine continued as usual.
I slumped back to the apartment, choosing to take the stairs in order to avoid any chance of getting stuck in a confined space with someone from the outside world.
James and Alex would be sitting on the couch playing FIFA, too engaged to notice my slim figure float to my room until my noisy door closes.

It was only 4:17pm but I laid in my sheets regardless.
Slowly my mind slips back into my dark thoughts, without the energy to drag myself out, I sink deeper.

Bbbbbmmm

Bbbbbmmm

Bbbbbmmm

The phone resting on my messy bedside table begins vibrating. Holding the phone above my face I read the callers name and answer.

"Alex?"
"Hey, I didn't want to disturb you if you were sleeping but I think you should come see this"
"What do you mean?"
"Just come into the lounge"

The call ends and I'm left with no choice.

Slowly I creep down the corridor and if they weren't anticipating me they'd probably never notice.

"Here," Alex hands me his phone which is open on some weird news blog.

"19 Year Old Who Claims he is an Angel, Burns Down Family Home in search of his Lover"

"Fun, another lunatic, what do I do with this information?"
"Read further" Alex retorts.

Upon scrolling further down we learn the name of the arsonist, where this occurred and who he's looking for.

"Will" his name leaves my lips with grace.
I swiftly turn to my room.
"Oi! Where are you going?" Alex calls.

"I'm going to my soulmate" I say with confidence.
I hear James's disapproving sigh.

"This'll be a bit hard to explain to your therapist" Alex chants in an attempt to grasp my ears.

"So where did the article say he was again?" I bounce from my room, bag over my shoulder.

"Uh, some place in Australia. You seriously aren't considering this, are you?"
I brush off that last part.
"What place, specifically"
"Uh, Melbourne?"
"Cool, I guess I'm going for a holiday. If I don't come back, assume I've been mauled by a kangaroo"

With that I was out the door and on my phone working out the fastest way to get to Melbourne.

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Sorry about the short break, it'd be cool if I got some feedback for some motivation or something

- Your cash trash boi