A/N
First of all thanks for giving the story a try. I hope you won't be disappointed.

Now a little warning:
This book is a acton, adventure with sci-fi elements yes but it's also a slow burn romance between three guys.
So yeah this is gay and also polygamous. If that bothers you then well.... go away, eat some rainbow cake and then you can come back.

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Okay now that we are all filled with sweet rainbow stuff let's begin.

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"How are you feeling today, Felix?" The doctor asked while picking up a pen and clicking it.
"The same as always doc." I replied with a long, dramatic sigh.
This routine had really gotten to me.

Every day started and ended in the exact same way. A strict time schedule dictating everything in between, with barely any free time. I wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing, because there wasn't much else to do around here anyways. The only entertainment, if you could even call it that, were watching one of the three available TV channels, reading one of the books that even a library wouldn't bother putting on their shelves or tlking to the others inmates. The last one being the least exciting out of all the options.

After years of being in here I had stopped even bothering to get to know any of them.
It just wasn't worth my energy because most left after a few weeks anyway, while those that stayed for a longer time were either to drugged up to get even a proper sentence out or were completely delusional and just rented about the same shit every time.

I chuckled over the irony that I called others long time residents nuts, even though I had been here the longest out of all of them.
Maybe I'm the most insane around her. I wondered and almost like in response to my question my head started to hurt and my vision became blurry. Even though I new better I still tried to fight it by rubbing my eyes and forcing my self to focus on my surroundings, but just like usual it didn't work what so ever.

It use to frighten me a lot when I was a child but by now it was nothing more then a nuisance to me.

The room around me started to decay right in front of my eyes. Mold spreading everywhere, paint shipping off the walls and furniture that had been in good shape just a moment ago, quickly turned old and decrepit.

I took a deep breath, knowing what I would most likely see next and turned my gaze back to the doctor.
Just a second ago she had been sitting in a office chair across from me but now there was nothing more then a corpse.

Well not really a corpse. More like a skeleton who's dried up, paper like skin keeped it from falling apart.
When I looked more closely I also noticed the dozens of dusty cobwebs that spun over the remains like fine silk. A cold shudder run down my spine.
Fuck I hate spiders.

I had no doubt that anybody else would have probably lost their mind over seeing something like this but with how frequently it happened and how similar the visions where I had become quite numb to it's horror. Unless it had to do with spider. Spiders could go fuck themselves.

She is probably still talking to me. I reminded myself and put on a relaxed facial expression. Even if I could neither see nor hear her, it didn't meant that she couldn't see me being weird or hear me talking to myself.

It should have been easy, I just had to keep my eyes on the floor and make noises once in a while so she would think I was actually listening. But it was easier said then done because I could barely concentrate on how much time was passing by, due to the odd silence. No not just silence, it was more like a complete lack of any sound what so ever.
No birds, no wind, no nothing just this horrible deafening lack of everything that we humans are so use to.

My only comfort was that I knew the vision wouldn't last for ever but it was still getting on my nerves every time it happened. Specifically because I never really knew when it would stop. Sometimes it lasted only a few minutes but other time it took hours before I was finally released from the nightmare.
The most annoying part about it was that I only ever noticed afterwards how much time really had passed while my brain was stuck in wonderland. Even when I tried counting the seconds it didn't help because time just seemed to work differently there.

Someone suddenly grabbed my shoulder and I was snapped back to reality. I quickly shook my head, in order to get rid of the last bit of dizziness and then looked up to see the doctor standing right beside me, a worried look plastered all over her face.

"Felix?" She softly asked and squeezed my shoulder one more time to make sure I was really there.
"Yeah... sorry doc I just zoned out."

She nodded, understanding what I meant by 'zoning out' and sunk back into her chair across from me. "I think we should increase your medication." She said with a sigh.
It hadn't really been a question but I still nodded in agreement. There was no use in fighting against how many pills I had to swallow. They would make sure I took them all no matter if I liked it or not.
She scribbled something down and then looked back up again. "Also I think we should try the electroshock therapy, we had talked about before." The doctor stated.

"No, I don't need that!" I emidietley yelled, feeling wave of dread wash over me.
She sighed, layed down her notepad and leaned forward with a serious expression. "Felix you don't need to be scared of it. I have already explained to you that it isn't like what you might have see in movies. You be under anastasia and won't even notice the shocks. It would be like resetting your brain. Therefore I think it could be really beneficial for your treatment." She tried to convince me but I still shook my head. I knew what she was saying was true but I also knew from other patients how painful the muscles aces were and confused they were for hours afterwards.

Seeing my determination she leaned back again and folded her arms over her chest. "Well if you really don't want it then we can't force you." Hearing that I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes at her blatant lie about how much say I really had in the matter.
She picked up her notepad again and then added in a tone that sounded suspiciously more like a order then a plea, "But I still urge you to at least give it a thought and maybe try it at least once."

I would rather hit my head against a wall a few times. I thought, biting my tongue so the words wouldn't slip out.

She was about to say something else when a knock on the door drew our attention away from the topic of our conversation. With an annoyed grunt she put down her notepad once again and told the person to come in.
To my relive Eddy stepped into the office with a wide smile, saying politely that he was here to bring me back to the ward.

Honestly I didn't like many of the staff, mostly because the majority didn't give a crap about the patience and sometimes even went out of their way to be as unpleasant as possible, but Eddy was different. He actually gave a damn about patience and even treated the so called 'lost causes' just the same way as anybody else.

The doctor glanced at the clock on the wall and nodded.
"Yes unfortunately our time is up for today but I really would like you to think about, what we discussed till our next session." She sternly said and shook my hand.
Wanting to finally get away from her I just nodded and the walked out, with Eddy closely behind me.

"Ya look like shit. Wanna go for a smoke?" He asked while pulling out his lighter and cigarette pack from his pocket.
"Yeah definitely." I nodded, chuckling over the fact that he had dropped his act as soon as we were alone.

He normally tried to hide his strong southern accent from everyon but when it was just the two of us he didn't bother faking it anymore.
Maybe it was because he knew it cheered me up. Because the way he actually talked reminded me of a cowboy or outlaw from an old western movie, while his appearance was the exact opposite of how one of those guy's was suppose to look like. A midd thirties, red haired, chubby guy, who had the  complexion of an office worker just didn't really scream hard boiled, badass gunslinger.

"Hey Eddy do you know how to ride a horse?" I asked him, wondering if he would have at least some qualifications for the job as a cowboy.

"Nah but I know how to ride something else. If ya know what I mean."