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He was in a
nightmare from which he could not escape.
Great waves of boiling darkness closed in on all sides, dragging him
down into oblivion. A tiny part of
Garrett's mind understood that he was unconscious. He fought against the darkness that
imprisoned him, tearing at it. Finally,
a dim light flared in his mind. He reached
for it, knowing that it was his only way out of the darkness. He grabbed the light with his mind and
squeezed. Slowly, the darkness
receded. It was a long, painful process,
but finally he managed to open his eyes.
He was still
reclined in his chair, only now the late evening sunlight poured through the
living room window, forcing him to squint.
He glanced at his watch and saw that it was just after six. He had been out for at least an entire day. The sun's warm autumn glow mocked him. He felt dirty...defiled.
“Melllllllll.” He could barely manage a raw hiss. His throat was parched, and his dry tongue
felt as if it had doubled in size. He
moved it around in his mouth, trying to get his saliva flowing. After a few seconds he succeeded. He tried to turn his head but his neck was
stiff and sore. Every muscle in his body
ached. He groaned and tried to sit up,
but suddenly his damaged leg made itself known.
“Arrrrrrgh.” Tears squirted from his eyes. It felt as if molten metal was being injected
straight into his knee. Suddenly he
began to weep and in an instant he lost all control. He sobbed, gulping in the air and expelling
it almost immediately.
It wasn’t the
physical pain. He had dealt with that
for over a year and had its measure. His
spirit was in torment. A raging darkness, much like the darkness of
his dream, had somehow rooted itself deep inside of him. He could feel it gnawing at his soul, or life
force, or whatever it was that made him a unique being.
In the course
of a single night, Garrett’s world had been turned inside out. He had encountered something that was not
only beyond his experience but beyond his belief. He had never been able to acknowledge the
existence of anything beyond the limits of his physical senses. In an instant, that belief had been turned
into a pile of rubble that now lay at his metaphysical feet.
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