Hades Moon

Light as air, you know they’re real because you crave the next bite. Liam’s oxfords crunched through a thin layer of fresh snow as he walked up the steps to his family’s home. He didn’t remember snow tonight. This time of year? He looked down to see crisp autumn leaves piled up under each brick stair. He still saw ashy gray snow, but now smelled pollen on the air. Why was the family’s house always so filthy? Why weren’t they as pristine as Hers? It was late, and Titan was snuffing and padding behind the front door. Liam crunched over the detritus on the stoop and inside, a cursory pat for Titan. Father would be waiting up for him.  Like Titan. Liam endured Father’s pathetic display of emotion.  Then Liam went upstairs and began to move Father’s things into a smaller room, more befitting his station. Titan was a big dog and needed a proper room, after all.

 “yo’re ‘ere, Master Rhotic,” the driver said with a knowing half smile under his bushy mustache. “A quarter mile from the Lion’s Paw, just like you asked. ‘ave fun tonight, but don’ do nuffin I would na do, awrigh’ lad?” TIC’s face lit up as he gave his friend a £5 note and said, “fanks! don’ tell mummy and da, right?”  16 year old TIC opens the door and the snow and cold swirl around him as he steps out of his father’s Maybach as he starts the cold march toward the hangout him and his friends had been haunting for a few years now - he pulls the thin jacket covered in patches tight around him and his septum ring starts dripping condensation from the large steel balls onto his upper lip. Along the way he stops at one of the few occupied row flats and bangs on the inside of the bar covered window, knowing his comrades were in there waiting for him - “Come on, mates!! It’s fuck’n cold out here!!” Seconds later a skinny boy with a threadbare jacket and a flirty girl with a shock of pink h

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 "What the fuck is wrong with me?" Anthony repeated as a mantra as he slammed the phoned down on Dr. Barclay. "Snap out of it Pellecano. You're fine," he instructed himself. Walking down the street his mind is spinning and can't shake the image of Tristan from his mind. He glances at the store front windows lining the street and sees a hazy image of a person. It becomes clearer with each window. "Tristan? No no no no. Fuck....calm down Pellecano " He whispers to himself running one hand over his face. The image refuses to be cleared from his vision. Walking faster now, he whips his eyes from the window to the road trying to focus on something else...anything else. The disembodied face appears on every car window, one after another. After the 20th or maybe 100th car he finally reaches his flat. Before he enters his apartment he glances over his shoulder back to the street and sees Tristan standing in the middle of the street with cars racing by on e

    As I climb the steps to my room my thoughts center in Cesare, why can’t I shake him. His eyes, the way he looked at me, no not at me through me. It felt like he was looking at my soul, I can still feel his gaze there at my core. What does he want with me? His look was so foreign I couldn’t read it. I’m used to people looking at me, often when they think I’m not paying attention, but this was different. People look at me with desire boys girls I can’t help it, but not him. I don’t think I’ve seen that gaze before. Getting to my room I take off the dress taking another look. I wonder how much I could get if I sold it, I don’t need a dress this nice. I'm not going to such a nice party again. I was only able to go to this one because Domanic needed a date. I wonder what happened with Cesare, when Domanic went to talk to him and he just left quite abruptly. I fish Cesare’s card from my purse, it’s simple just his name and a number yet I just stare at it entranced. I put his card up

  Patient notes of Dr. Barclay   Clarissa Arrives in her usual late manner well-dressed slightly disheveled A/O x3   Clarissa seems to be more distracted than usual at beginning of treatment Reports auditory and visual hallucination.           Visual hallucinations of dark angel like creatures.   This has some correlation to her dissertation from art school Auditory hallucinations a repeated phrase. “Oblivio Accedit” (research later) Clarissa showed me several drawings of her interpretation of these figures.   The pictures had a noticeable gradation to more disturbing and less similar to original works. Suggesting increased stress and increase of symptoms.   Agreed to a short break from her to see if her preoccupation on angels for her graduation is the source of these hallucinations.           Consider chlorpromazine therapy if pre schizophrenia symptoms continue to worsen.      ~~~     Detective Pellecano Arrives surprisingly punctual and appropr