Don't talk

Date 3

I left with more questions than answers, my head ached from the small lighting and also from the sound of his voice echoing around the walls of my being.

I felt somehow transfixed by every detail, every word that he said was tinted by evil, i doubted deep down if he even could be cured, i surged through the tapes when i arrived at the office, i have secluded my cousin to give me an office at the Serpentine quaters, he rufused, but i have long gone, without anyone saying no,  i will be moving by next week, maybe if i feel the way that place syncs into your brain,  there can be a possibility i would know why Ashton has created his own theme park in that cell, in the many stories he created in his head, one was out of my imagination, he was a brute inside his mind, but withing i saw a small fragile boy, alone, where no one understand where he belongs.

There were other factors that added to his dementia, addiction, loneliness, abandon, fear.

i had to help him, i had to believe there was something there none of the others have seen before, i walked outside my small appartment, some of my coworkers walked in the mornings, sawed me and didn't even say hello, you can call me the odd one, i  had always been different from the rest, always stayed away from trouble but i didn't mind some adventure, that's how everything happen, one morning am being hauled into an emergency bus, for talking to myself, the next day am cured and heading to med school. I never heard back from my parents, never had been to see them after 20 years of working and learning self control, you see if i wanted to get out of there, i had to lie, i had to make myself believe there was nothing wrong with me, but they are still whispers in my head, still little murmurs telling  me to do stuff, Mr. Locket its no different, but this time, ill heal him, not of dementia,but of himself.

4am Vera's app

the night its cold outside, but my mind can't seem to find rest, i walked all over from the small door to the bathdroom, to my room, to the living room, where now i can see the sunrise, am telling myself outloud that i should not watch his tape again, but before i can stop it

am placing the dvd in the little space and the live picture of Ashton Locket its playing on the tv

Ashton Locket interview 3rd day

his face was haunting my nights since this episode of his madness

his eyes were not meeting mines but the camera, his smile was beautiful in its own dramatic way, his face had been washed and his cloths changed, his hair was still that burning orange red i somehow felt like it was his signature, he was not being hauled to me, but instead he walked and smiled as he passed me and sat, right in front of me,  

he is a very polite man, always says his hello's and how you been, i admire that in a man, meaning there was a amazing woman behind those actions, that day  i asked about that

" Ashton you remember me?"

his eyes kissed the beginning of mines, with the sole intetion of softness and trust, but anyone who had met an maniac knew, nothing good came from that.

"yess Doctor, i missed our midday chats, how's the kitty?"

i smiled back, placing my hand above the clipboard, i can see my tension, i can see how he does not even mind,

" she is doing very well, Ashton, how are you doing, that's my main concern"

he placed his cuffedhands ontop the metal table, with a loud bang

"oh just fine doc, same same, same, it gets kind of .. what's that word, oh yes, TEDIOUS" 

his eyes drawed in as in concentration, but those dark pupils focused on mines, so intent on me seeing his face, his anger, his lips moved but no sound came from them, he twisted his head in pain, and grinned at me

" did you hear that?"

i shook my head

" the voices" he smiled widely and laughed as if he heard the best joke of his life,

"  they like you my darling, they say you are my cure" he said it in almost a whisper he dragged his torso along the middle of the table, and i could smell the stench of his sweat, and the odor of something putrid, we were a breath away, when his fingers brushed my chin 

" you will be my key Vera" 

i stood up so fast his face changed in a second, from seriousness to that malice expression he has been practicing for so long, i felt drawn to him, like a magnet and i intended on getting deeper inside i wanted to know what and who made him like that, why such a beautiful person could have a dark twisted soul

" ha ha ha ha!, are you afraid?"

i shook my head

" come closer"

he whispered

"COME CLOSER" 

i felt my bones vibrate as he draw me in inch by inch.