After the second beer with done and Thomas returned with a third, he had found his words.
The first few months floated by in a drug-addled haze as they worked to find the ‘correct balance’ of medication. Eventually reaching a point where they felt they’d achieved what they set out to achieve and that therapy could now begin.
“Yeah, I dreamt that a demon leapt onto my bed out of the shadows, held me down and ran his nail over forehead while screaming that, if I wouldn’t choose to see the truth he’d pry open my third eye and force me.”
Brothers, Sisters… Outsider. Welcome.
With honour in their hearts and a suicidal dedication to their mission they fought and died their way to its peak until he stood alone at the throne room door.
For a long minute they stared at each other. She had dark hair and dark eyes and frowned in a way that brought back memories of a long since ex-girlfriend.
At age five he felt like he’d lived a thousand years, and pretending to be a child for 16 hours out of every few years was difficult.
Thursday night wasn’t the ideal drinking day, but my week and been especially shit so I had no love left for my job or what the bosses thought of my red eyes and dirty shirts, or if they did notice that I had been in same clothes for the last three days.
“Really? Because it’s a total chore for me.”
He couldn’t help but laugh.
“Who cares what you think? I’m not interested in your happiness.”
“Find somewhere soft and warm, take a couple and enjoy the ride.”