This isnt me anymore

[Wachabe]

David Conrades always likes to keep his office tidy, it wasn’t always clean but it was at least organized. With all that had been happening in the student body lately he had not had a chance to tidy up in a while. It was sort of relaxing to alphabetize and dust, even though things were hectic it was nice for his office to look the way it was supposed to. The only thing that David did not like was the fact that his window had to be kept closed at this point other wise a tornado of paper would easily dominate the room.

Conrades took a quick walk along the edge of campus to dispose of the clutter that had been building up in his office. It was sunny and there was a cool breeze is played with his hair and was a refreshing cool after the stillness of his musty office. Throwing the garbage in the dumpster was an almost metaphysical relief of burden that he had been under for the last week. It was nice, this is what he would be doing if everything were normal. Conrades turned on his heals happy to return to his office and continue with his work.

Conrades looked about his office papers lay all about, he thought he had made more progress than this but looks are sometimes deceiving… his head began to throb… why was the window open?

David startled awake, almost blinded by the pain in his head. He staggered to his desk retrieving a bottle of pills and an aluminum tube. He quickly down 3 or 4 blue and yellow pills and then twisted the tube. A syringe slid into his palm and he wasted no time jabbing it into his thigh. He collapsed into his desk chair and laid there groggily for what seemed like days. His vision began to clear and he could here the world again without the stabbing pain…

Conrades hated being overpowered by the world… it hadn’t happened in a long time though. David shook is head gently and blinked several times… He was still confused and was simply trying to act normal. He continued to function in a disconnected daze.

Wait… why was the window open? He turned his chair around and grasped the window sill to pull him self closer. The window sill was chalky and wet, there were a couple of bloody hand prints on it, they looked like a mixture of day old and fresh red blood. Conrades loved to have the window open, but there would be a tornado of paper if he didn’t close it.

David hated cleaning when his hands were dirty. He pulled a handkerchief from his top left drawer and rubbed the blood onto it. Conrades’ hands didn’t seem to be cleaning off too well he was really just smearing the mess around. David stuffed the blood soaked handkerchief into his breast pocket and continued about his work.

Conrades picked up a stack of books he had been neglecting to return to his closet. He swung around his desk and went for the closet. David tripped and his face hit the ground hard, head bounced off the floor. The books he was carrying sprawled out before him and he laid on the floor once again, dazed.

David picked himself up. He looked around confused once more…

Conrades’ head was beginning to hurt again and there was a ringing that was getting louder. He realized as it got louder that it was not a ringing but instead voices. He strained to make out what they were saying. It was clearly words, but not in any language he understood. David could swear it was Indian or something he tried to memorize the most prominent phrase that he could hear over and over again, he would have to ask Wachabe about this later, maybe he would know what the voice was saying.

Wait, David’s head suddenly cleared, Why was he hearing voices? He had never heard them before. As David regained his senses and could block out the speech it was easier for him to focus now and his mental defences had kicked back in, his medicine was finaly kicking in.

He came to a terrible realization, his hands were covered with blood. So was his chair and desk most of the floor in front of him was covered by a large bloody smear and some of it had rubbed off on his face when he tripped over…..

Wachabe lie bruised and bloody with his back propped up against the front of Conrades’ desk. His head was tilted to the side and his eyes were closed. Not much of his skin was showing. His pants lay in tatters and blood covered the majority of his body. He was motionless

Conrades ran into the hallway in a panic, he shouted for assistance. Sister Molar heard his calls from the front lobby and rushed up stairs. She took one look at the young man and turned on her heals. She rushed back to the lounge where Tawney was waiting in anticipation to learn what was going on.

“Tawney your assistant is desarately need please come with me” Moltar calmly yet quickly said.

Tawney just nodded and follow Moltar back up to Conrades’ office. Moltar led Tawney into the room and stepped to one side. Though she was courages, that had nothing to do with her reaction to the site in front of her.

Tawney covered her mouth with her hands. She tried to stop breathing, but it didn’t matter the smell of so much blood permeated everything. Moltar held Tawney by the shoulders. “Now Child, you need to help us get him to the infirmary” Moltar quietly pleaded. Tawney caughed a few times and swallowed hard. She took a few shaky steps forward slipping a little on the pooled blood now sitting around Wachabe. Tawney put her hands on Wachabe’s shoulder and they were both gone in an instant.