Page 40 of My Dark Obsession

‘Clouded Sickness-Nubilum Languorem’

Cole

Bile dripped down my chin as my stomach cramped with more acidic vomit. I heaved and fell to my knees in my white-stoned garden.

Fuck, the pain was burning me from the inside out.

My last session had been brutal. They had been getting more frequent, and my mind was slowly disappearing.

I barely knew who I was anymore. The Darkness was trying to overtake my mind and no matter what we did, it never left. It only increased in its sickness.

I couldn’t even remember the sessions anymore, only pain and horror then utter darkness.

I knew Ziel and the fucking dragon had been in my home. Their stench was all over the place. The thought of them seeing the basement where my procedures were taking place had slimy panic shake through my bones.

Part of me had hoped they would see it, see the torture I was put through, the pain I suffered just to be pure. Part of me wanted to be saved from this madness, to be told I wasn’t sick, to live a life of freedom and free will. To be able to be a true Mate to my Circle Mate.

But that would never be a possibility. Her sickness was worse than mine. Wasn’t it?

Muffled conversations echoed like a memory in my confused mind, secrets that could bring an uproar to the Council’s well-ordered pureness. As quickly as the secrets spread through my mind, they disappeared, leaving me with an almost agonising headache and even more confusion than before.

I climbed to my feet and began to walk.

I had no idea where.

I fell into the thick trunks of bright Wisteria, their dangling clusters brushing against my face and smothering me in their sweetness.

I pushed back to my feet, kept walking.

I just needed to tell them.

They would understand.

It was never my fault. I’m sick.

They need to know, needed to understand.

They have to stop him. Before it’s too late.

I walked some more, falling over thorny bushes and brambles.

The flashing red sign of the King’s Liquor hurt my eyes, too bright against the night sky.

Why was I here ?

“Haaay! Here have a drink on me!” cheered a strong Irish voice before a glass of strong liquor was shoved into my hands.

When did I get inside? It was too loud.

I swallowed the drink in one. Then drank another. And another.

Why was I here?