SNEAK PREVIEW OF JUST MEDIUM
The Spin-Off Sequel To The Dark Comedy Best Seller
It felt like waking up but her head was clear, there wasn’t the fuzzy awareness that she’d become accustomed to. Her mouth didn’t feel dry and her chin was free of residue, left behind by her usual nocturnal drool. She didn’t feel queasy yet hungry at the same time. She didn’t have an overpowering urge to drink coffee. She felt as if she’d just woken up, but she hadn’t. She would never wake up again, at least not from a state she would normally consider sleep. She would never need such sleep to wake from, there were many things that she would no longer need.
Doreen Wilson knew she was dead, it had been expected. In fact, her local G.P had been surprised by her capacity to linger on for so long. Doreen hardly considered spending three years trapped within her own bed as living anyway. Forever plugged into respirators and heart monitors, with little strength to move and the nagging dread that her every breath would be her last, scared her more than death ever could. Now it was all over. No more medication, no more hourly injections, no more machines squeezing every last ounce of life out of her frail, dying body.
She stood over her bed and looked upon what was nothing more than an empty shell. Her skin was so thin it was almost transparent. It clasped her bones like tightly wrapped cling film. Her face was gaunt and pale. Her eyes were sunk deep within their sockets and were shrouded in shadow. They looked pained but Doreen had not suffered in her passing. It was probably the cocktail of medication they had pumped into her veins that had saved her from any discomfort but she chose to see her death as a release from such bodily restraints. She had been trapped by life and now she was free. She could move, she could breathe without labor. There was no pain in her joints and, to her own surprise, her feet no longer felt numb and lifeless. She was dead, she harbored no doubt in this regard, but she felt more alive than she’d felt in years. A sense of elation flooded through her. I had feared death. I had expected a curtain to fall on my existence, a last act and the end of the show. She’d often wished that some kind of existence would follow death but had ultimately considered it a false hope. She still existed but most importantly she was still herself. She still had her memories and the same personality; she had lost nothing but the withered body that had imprisoned her.
“I’m still me!” She punched her fist into the air as she cried out her name. “I am Doreen Wilson and I’m still me!”
Release Date: TBA
(Just Medium is a work in progress and subject to change. )
Who is murdering who in Millersburg? John Miller was a doctor at Allendale Asylum. He was sure he didn’t kill three people with the wrong dosage, but the screams haunt him still. The thriller gives you a tangled web of love, abuse, betrayal, double-cross and manipulative people. Miller’s wife Julie dated Doctor Younger but dumped him to marry John Miller.
Douglas Sandler born April 13, 1967 in Brooklyn, NY lived there till 1973 then moved to Woodbridge, Illinois where he lived 1973-1975 then to East Northport, NY and lived there 1975-1979. He then moved to Lilburn, Ga. in 1979 where he lived till 1995 when he moved to Metairie, LA till 2000 when he finally moved to Panama City, Florida. He is a abstract realism painter who paints his images of mental illness. Served in the United States Navy 1984-1986 honorible discharge as a YN3.
He has an A.A History from Gulf Coast Community College in Panama City, FL May 2010 and an A.A.S. Paralegal/Legal Assistant from Gulf Coast State College May 2012 and is currently enrolled at Florida State Univ. Panama City, FL. He suffers from Adult ADHD, inner presonal/occupational disorder and scizotypal personality disorder and is a mental health/disibility activist.
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