She Looks Real

Vincent

I staggered into my house, and like yesterday, I didn’t bother switching on the lights. It was going to hurt my eyes anyway.

I looked toward the kitchen and saw the lights on. The housekeeper was still around. She had a key so she would lock after her. All I needed to do was go and throw up just like yesterday, then fall into a long dark sleep.

I thought leaving the house would make it better. It didn’t. Not seeing Anne was driving me crazy, especially the thoughts of her in my brother’s arms. It made me miserable.

Immersing myself in my work didn’t help as it did with Fiona. I saw Anne on different people’s faces. When a patient trips and falls, I think of her. When someone is rampaging down the hallway, yelling at nurses, I remember her. She was everywhere and it was driving me mad. This made me result to doing what I’d always hated. Drinking.

Even if it was for an hour or two, I needed to empty my mind from the ravaging thoughts of her. The side effects were horrible.