Possessed...

[Julia Lilith Potter]

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It’s dark…again…
And it’s so cold… livid… horrifying…
Not even the warmth of pleasure can penetrate the pain…
Not even life itself can be considered so lively…and still so dreadful…
Drenched in blood…sorrow’s waiting…
Sneers…
You’re heading for it deliberately…
What for?...
Gasps… expectancies for a sudden last breath…
The light of a candle…
Hopeless cross of eager lies…
And nothing left… except your thoughts and his…
How’s it like?...
Describe it in detail…
Aren’t you…enjoying it?
“Luke…
Open your eyes, Luke…
Look around…”
…
Extreme pants in the room’s stressing silence…
Eyes wide open… Lungs inhaling air in desperation…
Bizarre sounds…
“Where…?”
The hospital ward shines in its usual cleanliness…
No one there…
“When did I…?”
A very well-known perfume still lingers around the room fading…
“Alicia…”
And… once again, some sort of weird whispers…
“So, inspector… did you find the police officers and doctors that stated the actual death of mr. Halestone?”
“Fortunately, we did, doctor… but before we can accuse them of anything, we first have to make the necessary research on the victim to end up suspicions…”
“Ah…we’ve already taken blood samples…”
“And?...”
“Just as suspected, inspector… cyanide.”
The last word’s echo made the curtains tremble…
“But how can that be possible? Doesn’t that mean…”
“That mr. Halestone is the only man known to ever survive cyanide,yes… We first must find out what kind of cyanide it is before making any statement…”
“Cya…nide?”
Amazing discoveries…
“What the…?”
“Mr. Halestone, you can…”
“Speak…yeah, I’ve just realised that…”
“But you were in a coma…”
“I was?...”
He tries to get up…
“Does it hurt when you move, mr. Halestone?”
“Y-yes… it hurts all the time…”
Eventual stares…
“But… who are you?” he asks in an odd whisper.
“Inspector Hall, mr. Halestone… I guess we never met before…”
Mr. Hall tries to shake hands… Luke turns his gaze to the empty walls…
“I want to see my…”
“Girlfriend, we know…She’s been here earlier…”
He can still feel the perfume…
“I’ve noticed that…” Luke said looking at a bunch of flowers in a vase nearby.
“Mr. Halestone… I don’t think you realise…” the doctor said.
“I want to see her now…”
“You can’t…”
“Why?”
“Mr. Halestone, 7 months ago you were buried… alive… after being poisoned with cyanide… do you realise the severity of these facts?”
“Poisoned?...Show me…”
The doctor took a piece of paper out of his pocket and showed it…
ANALYSIS
Blood sample no. 08543
Sodium cyanide --- 5.23%....
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“Interesting…”
As he again tries to get up, his veins lock up in small clusters, and his blood boils raging… He smiles and holds the pillow tight to his chest…
“Your girlfriend has been called as a witness in court… that’s why she can’t come.”
“Leave me alone…”
The doctor almost pushed the inspector out of the room…
“It’s part of the recovery, I assure you, mr. Hall…”
The door is shut…
Calmly, he crawls into his bed like a weakened worm…
“Interesting…interesting…
I hope you still know that what killed you was your own will, Luke…”
“I wished for what’s the worst not to happen…”
“You were so stupid at that time…
Are you still stupid?”
“Hmm…we’ll both find out…soon enough…”

“Soon…enough…”

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