Her Light - His Darkness✔

Chapter 29

My eyes begin to blur as I continue staring at the familiar photos of myself, some are recent where I'm rushing to work, some photos are of me running errands or returning home from work, strolling through the streets with an empty, lost look swarming behind my dull hazel eyes.

Then there are the photos that're leaving me confused, they're photos from two years before the accident, some are a year before, months before even, I can't remember who took those photos of me. It's so long ago.

How the fuck did this person get a hold of photos that not even I possess?

I push aside the photos with a groan, I can't stare at these any longer, trying to connect the dots that I don't see in them. I was hoping I would've found something by now.

I manage to get to my feet when I can no longer handle my lips sticking to my teeth along with the difficulty of swallowing my non-existent saliva, I open the refrigerator grabbing a bottle of water and greedily gulping it down my parched throat, I spot the half empty bottle of vodka hidden behind the strawberry yogurt, the bright light hits the bottle just right, making it look more appealing to my eyes.

I reach for the cold bottle deciding to take the water and vodka along with me, hopefully the vodka will help me find the dots that seem to be lost on me.

I sit cross-legged on the plush carpet pushing the photos aside and pulling all the letters closer towards me. The only thing the letters have in common is the penmanship scrawled messily on each.

A sense a familiarity washes over me the longer I go through each letter, the words are similar in each one blaming me for ruining their life, it should've been me suffering not them and all that shit, but the penmanship, I've seen it before.

I take a swig of vodka, the liquid burning down my esophagus, I shake it off focusing my attention back on the letters.

Thirty minutes into reading and my eyes begin to feel heavy, I resist the urge to let them close reaching for my study aids instead, I swallow another two hoping it'll do the trick. I look back to the letters and out of nowhere a sharp pain shoots through my head.

"Fuck... shit." I groan out shutting my eyes and grabbing my head.

"You shouldn't be doing this, Lo. You need to stop." I look behind me to my doorway, the direction the voice came from.

"What're you doing here?" I sigh out, ignoring the sharp, stabbing pain in my head.

"You've been avoiding me." He simply states.

"Ava told you about our encounter, didn't she?"

"Yes, but that's not the only reason I'm here Logan."

Another sharp pain shoots through my head, "Fuck." I shut my eyes and when I open them Christian is in front of me holding the tablets in his hand with a disapproving glare.

"How could you do this to yourself?"

"I'm sorry Chris, please forgive me." I whisper. I feel ashamed as his disappointed eyes move from the bottle to me.

"You need to stop doing this."

"I know, this is the last bottle."

"I don't believe you." I don't believe myself either.

"I just needed it to study. You know how hard med school is. Finals aren't going to be easy." I attempt to convince Christian and myself.

"You need to stop! How could you do this, again?"

"I... what do you mean again? How did you know?" I stare at him, confusion lacing my voice.

Christian disappears before my eyes and I search my room but he's nowhere to be seen.