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Chapter 32

Gabriel's POV:

'Did you eat my candy?' 'Mommy, Minnie painted the walls' 'You're a meanie, Minnie' 'Gabe, No! don't pop the balloons' 'I got you a ball' 'Let's play tag' 'Minnie, I can't see. Please hold my hand' 'Gabe, open your eyes'

"Gabriel, open your eyes" I groaned. This doesn't sound like Mia, this isn't her yet I wanted it to be her... I wanted her here. My thoughts were sieged in the same cave which they were terrified of and despite the dark end I found myself venturing in the zones I'd forbidden myself to enter.

My reflections weren't in my control, they were occupied by my drunk rationalization. I couldn't push the notions away as I did when I was sober and in my senses. It was so much easier to go numb and let go of the pain but to me it came fervently when I had no hold over my thoughts.

"Mia?" My lips spoke on their own and I felt the hands grabbing me stiffen, I pushed them away. They however recovered and grasped me again. This isn't her, how could anyone be her.

"Gabriel, can you hear me?" I felt someone shaking me, I shrugged them off. I didn't want anyone, why was anyone here anyway? I was always alone because that's how I'm meant to stay... alone.

Feeling the droplets of a liquid on my lids, I gingerly peeled them open only to clench them shut tighter. It was irritating me, the sounds, the urge in the voice of the prowler and so I pushed the arms off me again. I didn't want to give in to the commands but I also knew that seeing scintillate of light was so much more appealing than drowning in the hurricane of thoughts that only promised to throw me in the devilry.

Even when I realized my state was countering my decision, I let go off it and attempted to open my eyes. I had to divert myself because my mind was in a mesh of inordinate ideas and I was to unclasp myself from their intrusion as impossible a task like that would be.

"Mr. White, are you alright?" I groaned, they needed to stay quiet. My head was pounding and I didn't want to be disturbed. I didn't care whoever it was, all I wanted to do was to throw each and everyone out. I raised my hand to raise it to my face when I heard a collective sound of hisses.

"Why didn't you tell me Emily that he was here and drinking himself to death?" I heard Ken talk to someone and I was convinced that I'd punch his gut out for yelling in my ear, fueling my headache. I heard resonating sound of crunches from around me as if someone was walking on glass and perhaps they were but even the clinking was a profuse to my head.

"He just sent me out, when I returned I saw him in this condition and everything broken" she was crying but I wanted to block their voices out for they were overwhelming to me. I wanted silence and they were annoying. I turned my head but the shot of anguish had me reverting my actions.

My head was feeling like it would burst in pain and I was parched as though someone had scraped sand paper on my throat but the pressure in my head didn't charm my eyes to open.

"S-Sir, do you think we should call the doctors? I-I mean he consumed medicines too" I heard another familiar voice but I hardly had any will to link it to whoever it belonged. At the statement, I heard rushed footsteps as they neared me and I felt a warm hand on my forehead.

"What the fuck, Anthony? You both saw him doing all this yet none of you bothered informing anyone or being careful. How much did he take?" Ken was screaming to a point that it was totally intolerable to me.

"A h-handful" replied the voice in guilt and I heard a gasp.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Ken countered. I couldn't take it, the voices and disturbance was too much for my head. It was infuriating and prodigious and I couldn't take it anymore.