Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 90
๐ฆ๐ธ๐ป๐ญ ๐ซ๐ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ช๐พ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ป
Beyond The Looking Glass is the second book in the Unseen series, a story that came to me from the other side. A story where I thought I was just the narrator until I heard the Words of the Unseen.
This second story goes beyond time and place and mixes the long ago with the here and now. Because history keeps repeating, until we learn and do something about it.
Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 90
Finally, I am alone in the cell for a while.
Joan, my cellmate had chores.
I wonder if I can touch his TV, actually I wonder if I can touch anything at all. The cell is full of his stuff, nothing shows that he is used to visitors.
He is certainly not happy about me staying here, I think I have been punched in the bed at least 5 times because I was snoring in the bed above him.
That must have been the pill, well, according to Yalennix, I am a snoring monster, but I am sure that the Lormetazepam does not help, at all.
What also does not help is that Joan has been convicted for beating a guy to death in a bar in Mallorca. That just does not feel good when you know that you are keeping him awake, so better no sleeping pill tonight.
Although I am quite happy with my pills, the doctor asked if I had any medication and apart from something for my stomach I have not been taking anything for a year. But during that burnout, those Pam pills gave me some peace and that is something I could really use right here and right now.
Joan explained everything clearly, the line to get food, where I had to go, he even arranged a sweatsuit for me since I literally had nothing but the clothes on my back.
I donยดt want to think what would have happened if I had not asked for my coat, because it's freezing cold in that yard where we are obliged to walk several times a day.
Plus the fact that my wallet with a 10 euro note was in its pocket.
"Don't you have anyone who can bring you money or clothes?" He asks when he enters the cell, whose door has been open the whole time.
"Not really, I can't reach anyone. They promised me they would contact friends so they can do something for my dogs, but that is it."
Itยดs true, but I really don't know who to ask. My marriage and divorce left me isolated, and well, I prefer not to tell my colleagues.
The only one who knows a bit more is someone from my work who knows that Yalennix is here and that the police were at the office earlier this week. But I don't have her number.
The tenner is quickly spent, a 5 euro credit card and a deodorant together are 8 euros. After the coffee this morning while airing, there was still twenty cents. But okay, no coffee then.
There are a lot of things more worrying than no coffee at the moment, Yalennix, first of all.
How scared she must have been, where could she be? Is she still in our house? Was there even enough food in the house? I don't think there was any money anywhere, or maybe the change jar. I don't even know if she can use her bank card, and she certainly doesn't know where the atm is.
I can't get hold of her, I've tried every chance I got without success. I can't actually get hold of anyone and I wonder if that damned phone card even works.
When it goes out, I hardly dare to sleep, out of fear to snore again. Now I'm not so much afraid that Joan will kill me right here, right now, but the aggression with which he pounds against my bed is not really conducive to sleep.
"Survived," is the first thing I think when light enters the cell.
Besides the snoring issue, I must admit that my fellow prisoners are actually all quite okay.
They sometimes pull me into a conversation. By now they know that I have nothing and no one here and that got me a coffee, a sweater and a t-shirt, against the cold.
After airing, I am taken to another cell. I have no idea why, but it is the best thing that has happened to me here.
The reason why makes itself known in no time, or at least
a possible reason. Tomorrow I will be transferred, first to who knows where and then to Madrid. I had expected to fly from Malaga, but apparently there is a different protocol.
That might explain having my own place here, although I still think that Joan was done showing me the ropes and just got enough of my nightly noises.
Next Chapter Coming in Two Days
Post Related To Closing Book One and Opening Book Two
The Closure A Personal Story With A Soundtrack:
Personal Story With A Soundtrack - A New Adventure - Part 1
Personal Story With A Soundtrack - A New Adventure - Part 2
The Closure - Greatest Hits For A Never-Ending Story:
Greatest Hits From My Book "Beyond Doubt: Whispers of the Unseen"
The Closure - Alice in ArtWorkLand:
ALICE In AI ArtWorkLand - A Crazy Manยดs Revelations