Sitting in the back alley of some run down strip mall, I find that I can focus on something other than the dreams for the first time in days. It finally clicks that I have made absolutely no efforts in trying to find Christine, none at all. That revelation numbs me, leaving me physically unable to move myself from my position. There's a knot forming at the back of my throat...

Don't fucking cry, Neil. Don't be a pussy!

That fucking voice again! I recognize it from somewhere, but I just can't put my finger on it...

Christine's dead, Neil. Get over it!

Fuck you, voice! You know as much as I do!

How do you know that, Neil? How come you don't remember me?! AM I JUST NOT THAT IMPORTANT?!

That voice is really getting on my last nerve. I swear, I'm going to kill that disembodied thing. I could continue on my mental rant, but I see something...

Is that...

A drug deal?!

I watch from behind a dumpster as the deal takes place mere feet in front of me. The dealer's wearing this black jacket, black sweatpants and a black baseball cap. Inconspicuous as fuck, Mr. Drug Dealer. I slightly recognize the man who's buying. He looks like someone I knew from high school... Wait a minute, he is! That's Ricky Clark! My god, he was a douche then, he looks like a real piece of work now!

The dealer pulls out a baggie filled a powdery white substance. Cocaine, huh Ricky? Always figured you for a marijuana man myself, you son of a bitch. The dealer takes Ricky's money and hurries off into the seedy underworld he came from. Ricky looks around and dumps the contents of the baggie on the ground and he lays on the ground beside it, ready to snort the fucking shit out of the cocaine on the ground.

Too bad he won't be conscious long enough to enjoy it...

What? Before I can think of anything, I jump out of my hiding spot and run right over to that son of a bitch. He hears my footsteps and looks up. He seems genuinely surprised! He begins to say something, but his mouth can't form the words before reach him, and...

BOOM! FUCKIN' GOT HIM!

One kick! One fucking kick! He lays there, completely unconscious! I let out a damn near orgasmic cry, and that voice in my head is back again...

That's the Neil I love...

Jeez, this is getting too creepy...

I look over and observe the destruction...

Ricky's face is broken. I mean, it's fucked up! His nose is almost non existent, covered by blood. The mess of cocaine is colored red, I look at with a burning desire. I stand there, half expect another outburst from that voice, but when it doesn't come, I make my own solution. I lean down flat on the ground. Am I really going to do this? I stand up, I'm not going to do this. I see Ricky start to crawl away. I walks over to him, and with a sadistic smirk, I tell him the words he obviously needed to hear...

"See Ricky, drugs are bad..."



They keep it dark down here. It's an attempt at breaking my will I guess...

I honestly don't know...

I only know one thing...

It's getting harder and harder to breathe...

I feel my chest is getting tighter...

Oh fuck...

This isn't happening...

Not here...

Not now...

The room is going black...

I don't mean dark like the room...

I still can't breathe...

It gets darker...

Darker...

Darker...

I need my inhaler...