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I didn’t like this. I didn’t want this.
Was it really such a problem if I just kept taking the Blamex? It worked, didn’t it? So what if trying to stop the doses would cause panic attacks and seizures? I had no way of knowing that the alien doctor had any idea what she was doing; she could have given me a treatment that would work for Norratar and not for humans. I could be putting myself in a situation where I was going to have a full blown panic attack and not have access to my medication and not have the new treatment work.
My mind raced around and around and came to one single conclusion.
This was a bad idea.
I turned around and walked back the way I came.
I didn’t have my arm outstretched this time so it was my nose that found the wall instead of my fingers.
“Ow,” I gasped and grabbed my throbbing nose.
The exit was gone.
The rattle filled the room, only now it was behind me on my left, as if whatever made the sound had moved in a half circle around me. There was the sound of water moving, and I felt ripples gently lap against my ankles.
“Shit,” I swore, then slapped my hand over my mouth.
The rattle echoed again in response to my cussing, closer this time.
I moved away from it, the shapes coming into view in the darkness as my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, but still not enough to see more than shapes shifting and waving in the air. The one closest to me in the direction I was heading wasn’t moving like it was alive, so I put my hand out as I approached it.
My hand met thick, heavy cloth.
Something brushed my ankle and I let out a squeak, eliciting another rattle that jackknifed my heartbeat up another notch.
I lifted my foot and felt out in the direction of what touched me. It was the bottom of the curtain, heavy and wet with the water, brushing against my foot with the slight current.
I walked along the upper part of the curtain with my hands, the soft velvet feeling of the fabric the first pleasant thing I experienced until my hands brushed against something… slimy, like a snail trail.
I pulled my hands back and continued moving.
Scattered lights struggled to illuminate the space, casting long shadows that flickered and danced at the corners of my vision as my eyes adjusted more to the space.
A soft hiss from behind me caused my shoulders to tense.
I had to find an exit out of here.
Massive pillars, irregular and imposing, rose from the floor to vanish into the overhead shadows. I put my hands on one. It was wrapped in textures that mimicked rough tree bark. A subtle draft caught the heavy curtains, making them flutter, catching the corner of my eye. I turned to look at it, tracing the movement, half-expecting something to emerge from behind the billowing fabric.
There was definitely going to be a jump scare.
I was already halfway there to terror, my heart pounding in my ears.
The dim lighting and the movement of the curtains created a deceptive play of light and shadow. Every step I took seemed to stir the air, and with each rustle and hiss, my tension grew.
This was too much. I didn’t like this at all.
I lifted my wristband and flicked open the screen which adjusted its brightness so I could still see it but it wasn’t blinding me, and activated the app I’d requested from the doctor. She hadn’t even asked what it was for, just forwarded my request to the development team who then shot over a piece of software before I was even done with my bath.
It was startling how fast it was.
I pointed my wrist forward, and the app showed only dim blue colors. As I turned in a circle, I could see the warm red of a sizable sinuous serpentine shape.
“There you are.” I smiled. See, I could see him. It just took a little bit of technology.
The red shape suddenly grew larger on my screen.
