Thirty-One
The AbyssThe glass vial glinted in the beam from the flashlight. Clear liquid sloshed inside the bottle as I gave it a shake. The anguish building inside me would soon be over, and I took comfort in that thought. Physically, my body would be the same. But the amount of hypno-drug I was about to inject would likely take away my memories for a long while, perhaps forever. Forgetting my family or Noah or any of the happier times in my life was not something I desired. But I wanted to forget Cecil's voice, and I didn't want to relive terrible moments as though they were just happening. But mostly, if I forgot, maybe Gus would leave me alone. I wouldn't be much fun to hunt if he found me unconscious in the morning. And while I knew too much, soon I wouldn't remember.
I planned on
