I got discharged a day later, I haven't gotten to see Silvia yet but I was assured I could in a few days when she's in better shape. The first thing I do when I get home is contemplate if I should even be there.. what if that psycho comes after me? or worse goes after Silvia again.. but for now I put those thoughts aside as to not freak me the fuck out more.
I lock every door, window, sunroof in sight.. The hospital took a lot out of me, I always hated them.. It's a place surrounded by death, bad news and bunch of viruses, sure the hospitals aren't bad and don't always have bad news to share but that wont stop me from disliking that place.. I slowly climb the stairs walking to my room not even batting an eye towards the living room, I don't think I can look or even be in that room without being drunk that is.
My muscles are a bit stiff so I wanted to take a nice warm steam bath, I walk into my bathroom and turn the water on watching the bath get filled with the nice inviting steamy water.. I strip myself off clothes, Once the bath was ready I get in slowly sitting down and letting the water surround me, My body relaxes the tension slowly but surely seeping out of me.
As I sit in the bath, My thoughts wander to that day.. what happened.. and who caused it all, It fills me with rage, fear, anxiousness, sorrow. All these emotions rush through me making my once relaxing bath now suffocating, It Irks me to no end. I get up and out of the bath not wanting to sit there anymore, I wrap my robe around my body and walk out of my bathroom making my way down stairs to my kitchen.
As walk down the stairs, they creek under my weight.. I've hated this sound but it brought me peace in its own creepy way, I walk past the dreaded living room and into my kitchen. I open my liquor cabinet and take out of on the glass bottles, In an instant I open it grabbing a glass and pour myself a drink. Just as quickly I pour the drink, I drink it as well.. letting the warm liquid flow down my throat a slight burn being felt followed by my nerves calming down a bit.
After what seemed like six glasses I finally got enough courage to walk into the living room, I step inside and instantly get hit with the memory of what happened in here, The alcohol does little to stop my heart from clenching or my nerves from getting shot. I walk around the damned room.. It now haunts me, scares me and I have a feeling It'll do so for a long while.. I feel unnerved in this room, As if from somewhere in this room that man would jump out to finish what he started.. do more then just knock me unconscious, It freaks me out..
I stay for a little while longer and although this place has been scrubbed clean my mind still remembers where who and what was.. Unable to stand being in this area for longer I turn to walk out when my eyes catch a glimpse of something through the window next to me as I pass it.. My heart nearly stops as I render what I saw, Causing me to stop dead in my tracks.. I saw a figure a few feet away looking at me through the window.. no no, I'm just seeing things... right? I walk backwards until I'm standing in front of the window again, Only this time i see nothing outside.
Your way too drunk Nov.. Jesus get a grip, I think. I walk away from the window and out of the living room ignoring what I saw thinking my minds just playing tricks because of the alcohol, I go to my room, climb into my bed.. pulling the covers on my body and shifting until a I'm in a comfortable position before closing my eyes, After some fiddling I finally drift into a restless state of sleep.