Across Acheron

Session 31 [FINAL]

I camped out in that room for only one more night until Keenan figured out a place to ship me off. Instead of coming for me himself, he sent one of his subordinates, who had a suitcase packed and ready for me.

“Dymphna Asylum,” he was like, and he laughed.

I wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed in any way. I mean, I guess I did think about switching to go to Lynn’s instead, but I decided against it. She had enough problems of her own. She didn’t need trouble walking right beside her.

So I didn’t say anything against Keenan’s choice and walked out of there with a faerie close at my heels. He was the one who dropped me off at this place, by the way. So if you’ve been looking for him, you might as well stop.

That’s all I’m going to tell you about, because that’s all I remember. I told you most of the details because I trust you more than the other guys. You don’t look at me funny. But your other coworkers don’t know how to be polite, do they? They kept asking me, “What will you do if we send you out in the world?” Jeez, what an idiotic question. I mean, how the hell would I know what I’ll be doing? I might say that I’ll do something, but how will I know that I’ll ever get around to it? One thing I hate is giving false promises, so I always told them, “I don’t know.” I really don’t. No one does.

Well, maybe I suppose I’ll go out looking for him. Or maybe he’d come to me. I’m not sure yet. I don’t really wonder what he’s up to anymore. I don’t think about where he walks or who he talks to. I don’t wonder if he uses the same glamour or if he finally got comfortable in his own skin. The pain’s done for me. I haven’t cried over him for a long time now.

Or maybe I’m still feeling numb, that’s why I can’t do anything. Has it been that way for the whole year?

I get that you guys have done all you can to help me. I get that none of the crap I told you thus far made any sense. I feel sorry, which is why I take the needles and pills and talks even though none of it is really helping me. I’m finding no peace or release from my past.  At times, I think about leaving this place and heading out to nowhere, painting a blank slate with motels and pleasure and no blood on my hands.

But you feel them around, don’t you? I feel them too. Is that why you changed your diagnosis? Is that why you’re sitting so far away from me now? I don’t blame you; I would do the exact same.

I guess it’s about time that I leave. Not sure when or how, but I need to leave.

I don’t know what that would mean for you. Maybe they’d leave you alone, or maybe they’d come after you. I don’t know. Just don’t be afraid of the feeling, alright? Don’t be afraid and keep feeling, because some of them are not as bad as they seem.

Besides, death wears a pretty face.

A/N: 

So...I guess that puts an end to Across Acheron. It feels surreal for me since this has been a story I've been slaving over; a story that I've grown to love and hate. I'm not done completely (I've got three drafts to edit), but yeah, it's actually done. Wow.

It's short since it was originally supposed to be a novella, not a novel. As I tighten the plot during the second draft, I might make it longer. I may or may not edit it as well on Wattpad. I'm not sure yet. 

Anywho, I would like to thank anyone who ever decided to give this book a chance, even if you clicked once and went away out of repulsion. I would like to thank readers who have stuck by me until now. I'm sorry you had to read such a confusing plot, and I hope I didn't kill your brain. There's a progress note after this that's pretty interesting.

So, uh, yeah.

That's it.