Chapter 82 Damon
Damon
Sleep isn’t always a given these days, but when it occurs, I can fall so deeply into it, it’s like I’m dead in the water again. Because my dreams have become so crystal-clear, it’s as if I am reliving moments I only ever witness when I’m drowning. Or when I had ECT again.
I don’t know for how long I’ve been asleep, but a raucous, thundering noise brings me back to consciousness.
Music plays at a high volume in the disorienting, near pitch-black of my bedroom.
I try to grab the lamp on my bedside table but misjudge the space, and as I switch it on, I accidentally send it crashing to the floor.
‘Hey Audite,’ I yell over the noise. ‘Stop music.’
However, it’s playing at full volume so it cannot hear me.
In my groggy state I scramble to my feet and move towards the device to turn it off manually, when the chorus plays.
I assume it’s a software glitch because I haven’t asked the Audite to play this.
But when I realise the title of the song, I know who is responsible.
It’s ‘Every Breath You Take’ by The Police and includes lyrics about the protagonist’s obsession with watching someone and how they have left them with a trail of broken promises and vows.
Laura has been inside my flat. And she wants me to know it.
She wants to scare me, but it doesn’t. Instead, I let out a laugh before I turn down the volume and ask it to play the song again.
I actually admire Laura’s tenacity. She’s a psychopath who hates to be ignored.
Don’t they all, I guess. But she will have to wait a little longer before I give her what she wants and reply.