Anger Management

Epilogue

I've been working for the organisation for a month now, and I have to say, I really like it here. Effectively, all I'm doing is being locked in an indestructible room, and letting Colin break things. It's a bit like being back in the hospital, but this time I'm a lot more free. It's all carefully controlled though. There are vents in the ceiling, and that's how they control him. They pump specific hallucinogens in to aggravate him by showing him images of the people that caused his anger issues, but when it gets to the point where he could become beyond control, they pump in a gaseous anti-depressant. Plus it helps me because I'm able to let out my own anger at the same time. And the best part is they're paying me for the privilege. 

They're getting really excited about me at the moment. They think that the energy Colin leaves behind could have revolutionary medicinal uses. Because the particles have such a high energy, and yet they haven't harmed me in any way, they think it could possibly be used to treat cancers. I hope so; it'd be nice to be able to make a difference. 

A text comes through on my mobile. It's from Tim, a mutual friend of me and George. I open it, and want to throw my phone across the room. 

"Adrian, I know you probably don't want to hear this, but you told me to keep you updated. Siobhan's gone missing. Apparently George took her on a date the other day and finished with her, and she took off. Nobody's seen her since. I know you still love her, but please don't do anything you'll regret later." 

I succumb to my whims, and hurl my phone at the wall with as much force as I can muster. I'd have killed to be in his shoes, and he just threw the opportunity away. I tap on the intercom. 

"Guys, can I get some more hallucinogens in here? I think I need to let him out." The scientists nod, and the familiar green vapour pours in. I breathe in the air, and almost immediately the pictures return. George running his hands all over the love of my life. Siobhan in a breathtakingly beautiful white dress; George standing beside her in a tuxedo. Once again, I feel him taking over my mind. 

He can't get away with this Adrian. You know I'm right. And he is. I could actually kill him for doing that to her. I get given three days paid holiday a month, and I haven't used any yet. I walk over to the intercom again. 

"I was just wondering, do you think I could book a one day holiday next week? I've got something I need to take care of..."