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In Our Darkness - 14. Chapter 14: Descent
Hope is a pretty word, but a brutal feeling. Sometimes you would prefer the other, the nothing. But the soul is foolish, and when there is nothing else, in hope it continues to survive.
Jack knew that hope, in David’s situation, was completely useless. But David’s brain and heart had stopped communicating a long time ago. One was simply wired to survive—the other one had taken on an unthinkable quest. Together, they struggled to compromise.
But because the brain is smart, it knows that if it won’t give the heart even an inch to go on, the body will refuse to rise in the morning, refuse to survive, and instead it will surrender to its demise. And so the brain humors the heart, and allows it to continue on its mission, thus buying itself some more time.
Jack could have stepped in a long time ago and put an end to David Andrew’s wild search parties and stunts. But he didn’t. As a man with some life experience, he understood the crucial importance of letting David hold onto his wild hope of finding the perpetrator. As insane as his ideas were, they were also his lifeline to the real world.
It was easy to spot the house because a group of neighbors had gathered outside. Jack could hear the loud music blasting all the way from down the street.
“Thank God, the police is here,” one of the neighbors said as they saw Jack approach. They knew him from years ago, and he didn’t correct them or mention anything about his retirement.
“Officer, this is ridiculous, he’s been at it for hours, he won’t answer the door.”
“Yes, I got it,” Jack said, then walked past them and into the house.
“David!” he yelled out, trying not to go deaf in all the noise. He walked around and located the speakers in the living room and pulled the cord.
“Oh, it’s you. Thought it was one of the asshole neighbors,” David said, appearing in the hallway. He then casually added, “My wife left me.”
“Are you shocked?” Jack replied, and David felt a surge of anger, but then burst out laughing. No, he wasn’t shocked. Everyone with a pair of eyeballs could see that his marriage was over.
“I can’t even be mad. Tom’s a nice guy,” he admitted.
“Fuck Tom, whoever he is. You need to focus on you. Your wife has moved on. You’re still in the same pit of anger. What are you going to do about it?”
“What are you Tony fucking Robbins? I don’t need an inspirational speech right now.”
“Then what do you need?”
“Another drink would be good,” David replied.
“Doesn’t look like you need another one,” Jack said and pointedly looked at David’s crotch. David followed his eyes and saw the wet patch spreading over his gray sweatpants.
After a while he put his face in his hands and began to silently sob.
“Okay kid, that’s enough. Let’s get you some actual help now,” Jack said, and David let the older man lead him upstairs, throw him in a cold shower and then help him change his clothes.
Later that night, sweating and uncomfortable in front of a small room of people David Andrews would say for the first time, “Hello, my name’s David, and I’m an alcoholic.”
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