Beyond The Holders
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The Seeker (Chapter 8)
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Dave slumped into a chair in Reynold's office, eyes glazed over. His skull was splitting with terror. Mr. Reynold's was saying something, but Dave couldn't understand. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. He could feel himself slipping. It was overwhelming. The pain was too much. Something was placed in front of him. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. He could feel himself slipping. It was overwhelming. Madness began to rave in his mind, as circles where driven. They didn't matter. Nothing mattered. He could feel
himself slipping. It was overwhelming. His mind in constant loop of what he had seen. The things he felt, he felt over and over again. The things he had done, he did over and over in his mind. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. He could feel himself slipping. It was overwhelming. Madness began to rave, as circles where driven. It didn't Dave was jerked from his thoughts as he was shaken vigorously by Mr. Reynolds. It occurred only then that he had been speaking out loud. He still couldn't hear what was being said.
slowly it came into focus.
"Dave, you have to come out. Think of your family. Your friends. The life you want to lead"
It was anger that pulled Dave out. "Come out!" He shreiked. "Do you know what I saw? Do you know what I did?" Dave screamed the last. He grabbed a coffee mug off of the desk and hurled it at Reynold, who narrowly dodged. "Dave stop! You can't dwell on this. You just need to take a few days. Spend some time with your kids. You will get over it." Dave grabbed Reynold's shirt over the desk, and dragged him down towards the desk.
"My kids? My kids?" He bellowed. "You selfish bastard, my kids are going to live in this world. The one I've seen." Dave pushed Reynolds back, letting go of the shirt.
Mr. Reynolds calmly smoothed out his shirt, and removed a metal flask from his blazer. He took two glasses from his desk drawer, and poured a generous measure of the dark amber liquid in each. One he passed to Dave, while the other he drank himself. Dave, while never a heavy drinker, decided it was best for him to calm his nerves. The drink made him feel calmer, think clear
"It was terrible." Dave said, simply, "And I'm not sure if it will ever leave. Every time I close my eyes," Dave didnt finish, just chocked back a sob.
Reynolds walked around the desk, and patted Dave on the back soothingly. He began speaking, slowly, so he might not stir Dave's panic again. "Dave, I think perhaps it is time for you to rethink things. Re-examine why it is you are doing this. I would hardly think it's worth it." Reynolds then gathered
his coat off of a chair in his office, and left Dave alone. There he sat, tears silently streaming down his eyes, until the sun rose.
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