Fate in Motion

Utter futility fills my soul as I sit slumped, teetering on the edge of my bed, a precipice with a black hole waiting to swallow me up; oblivion is my refuge. Tears still streaming down my face, like a well primed to over flow from trying to contain gallons of emotions built up, my body heaves with each sob. Pain is all I feel anymore and to release it becomes a comfort. Feeling emotionally drained, I lay down and attempt to rest; curled in a fetal position, I pray I can sum the remaining courage I posses and face what fate has to offer me.
Maybe this particular hell will end for me tonight; Warren is now my judge, jury, and potential executioner. I am so very tired...tired of it all... I wake with a start, slightly disorientated, I must have fallen asleep for my weariness. Hardly feeling rested, I check my watch, 9:27 p.m.; time to meet with justice. I take only what I need, eye patch in place covering one of my red puffy eyes, and I forgo the false mustache...what is the point now. Closing the door behind me, a hollow sound and the stairs creak slightly as I descend to exit. Pausing at the front door, I realize once I step outside, there is no going back. Fate is in motion and I must continue on this path, even if it is the road to hell. The fog is dense and I hail a cab to take me to The Britannia Public House. The horse's hooves pound the stone road and my head thumps to the beat with ever increasing pain. Stepping out, on the opposite side to the pub, I stand transfixed under a halo of glowing light. The sound of the cab trails off in the distance and I am left alone. I should be walking into this popular establishment and getting my usual pint of bitter and making myself comfortable while waiting for Warren. Yet, here I still stand, companion to the gas lamp like a moth to it's flame. A few minutes pass and I see a familiar silhouette approach the door to the pub. I want to shout out, but only a low croak escapes my dry throat. Warren enters the building and I decide in an instant that I can not jeopardize his life for this insane quest to end. Turning I start my long walk back to my room, unaware that Warren has come back outside, he has likewise recognized me. Not hearing his footsteps, I am knocked off balance when he calls, in a hushed voice, Jack! Where are you going? Please wait for me!