The Third Door [NaNoWriMo 2014]

"I died.
Now I live.
But I live within the boundaries of my head.
What happens on the outside is beyond my control."
Constructive criticism is very welcome on this. I will be updating in small sections, but I will probably republish this with proper chapter splits when I finish it. © 2014 Parsavagely


22. Chapter 4 Part 5

Ed does not look impressed.

“I told you not to come, I told you to stay at home, but no, you had to risk your health and, it turns out your life, just to prove a point,” he shouts, “what if a car had come while you were knelt on the road? Do you think you’d be back at work tomorrow if you’d been hit?”

“No,” I reply, as quietly as possible.

“No, you wouldn’t and it would’ve been your own bloody fault! It’s a good thing Cal wasn’t concentrating on his work; otherwise no one would’ve seen you.” He puts his hand to his head, showing his frustration.

“I’m sorry,” I say, not really meaning it but wanting him to stop shouting at me. He doesn’t seem convinced at all, but accepts my apology and starts searching the mess of papers on his desk to find something for me to do. His constant muttering betrays his annoyance, although I think he is genuinely concerned about my health.

Eventually he finds some fairly unimportant analysis work for me, I take it to my desk and start working. As I write, a gentle murmur can be heard, I look round to see Trisha and Ruby deep in conversation. The odd glance my way tells me that I am today’s topic, which is not entirely unexpected; after all I did have some kind of hallucination yesterday, I think, and now I’ve been brought in after Cal saw me kneeling in the middle of the road. I guess they’re within their rights to talk about it, but it’s still a little painful seeing them talking behind my back.

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