An excerpt (part 4) (Unrequited) (draft)

It had been 4 weeks… No… Maybe not? 3 days? 2 months, possibly? I have no clue. It had been far too long, that much is certain. He had been laying in bed for the entire duration. It seemed as though time had been standing still. It didn’t really matter how long it had been, this menacing situation had caused his world to stand completely still. Everything was frozen around him. He lay there in his bed, isolated, alone, hidden from a world that wasn’t even progressing. Lonely is a ridiculous word to use in this sort of situation. Children feel lonely. Teenagers feel lonely. Women with glandular problems that gorge themselves on cookies and ice cream, that fat little child with the M&Ms; they all feel lonely. He wasn’t lonely, he was dead. He was completely and utterly dead, yet he was somehow conscious enough to experience it.

He wondered if she had ever been real. If that woman, that amazing antonym of a succubus, that beautiful and mesm…

He stopped himself.

He sat there thinking about the fact that he was completely and miserably out of alcohol. He would have to leave this place, he would have to go out into the frozen cube of hell that the world had become. He needed alcohol. He needed a few barbiturates, but his rotting-pile-of-shit dealer told him that they weren’t around anymore. He could only offer him pot and, most recently, absinthe. He remembered the argument that they got into over the absinthe. How that miserable little faggot had attempted to sell him a bottle of completely legal, American made absinthe for $200. Years earlier, he would have fought him over such a ridiculous insult, but now… he gladly handed him 10 $20 bills. He would rather walk across the street, get into a little elevator and ride up to the constantly decorated, 60s style apartment. He was a poor miserable bastard, he thought. But he was saving him the pain of being out in that hellish static for another few minutes. Fuck it, he thought. He would just pay him the money and walk back across the street. Maybe he could do it again.