Circadian

James Blan Derek

Description

Bruce Garner hasn't slept since surgeons removed a piece of glass embedded in the back of his brain. Some say he's reacting to trauma as, after all, a vicious assault leaves psychological scars. But his girlfriend, Elizabeth, thinks differently. Elizabeth sees what others miss. Bruce is changing with the passing of each sleepless night. Whenever she's around him, she feels uneasy. His vibe has altered, and even medical intelligence cannot explain his increasingly erratic behavior. A mysterious doctor is his only hope. Bruce continues to deteriorate, becoming more sinister and seeming to embrace his new dangerous persona. At least, that's what Elizabeth thinks is happening.Is Bruce descending into madness, or is he actually falling victim to an outside force?

Sujets

• Thriller

Informations

• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Date de parution: 30 juin 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781645365976
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

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Circadian
Derek James Blan
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-06-30
Circadian About The Author Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgment Chapter 1 May 23rd, 1998 (Take the Stand) Chapter 2 May 4 th , 1998 (Bruce Garner) Chapter 3 May 5 th , 1998 (Wrong Street) Chapter 4 May 5 th , 1998 (9:22 P.M.) Chapter 5 May 6 th , 1998 (Early Morning) Chapter 6 May 10 th , 1998 (I Can’t Sleep) Chapter 7 May 11 th –13 th , 1998 (Hospital Necropolis) Chapter 8 May 23 rd , 1998 (JASPER) Chapter 9 May 13 th , 1998 – 7:15 P.M. (Dr. Holden) Chapter 10 May 14 th , 1998 (Want Sleep) Chapter 11 May 18 th and 23 rd , 1998 – 2:45 P.M. (The Video) Chapter 12 May 18 th , 1998 – 5:00 P.M. (Time for the Solution) Chapter 13 May 19 th , 1998 – 12:05 A.M. (Fix Him) Chapter 14 May 19 th , 1998 – 8:05 A.M. (We Need Out) Chapter 15 May 27 th , 1998 (Going Home)
About The Author

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Born in Clayton, New Mexico, Derek James Blan left home where his travels took him to Hawaii, California, and then further from there. Blan spent six years in Texas, where he honed his writing skills and published his first book, Jersey Darm , in 2016.
Dedication
He also dedicates his second book, Circadian , to a second-oldest niece, Madeline Rose Ervin, who is a wonderful part of his life.
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Derek James Blan (2020)
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Publisher’s Cataloging-in-Publication data
Blan, Derek James
Circadian
ISBN 9781645361220 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781645361237 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781645365976 (ePub e-book)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2020902966
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First Published (2020)
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Acknowledgment
Blan thanks God for giving him the will and the want to create. He also thanks all those who supported him along the way.

Never take your body
Never take it for granted, never
Take it for simple romantics, never
Take it for always yours
You better hide it behind closed
Doors
Never take it for completely understood
Because it can be taken away, for good…
– Derek James Blan
Chapter 1

May 23rd, 1998 (Take the Stand)
“Look, you hid the body! You hid the body and now you want us to believe this story!” The prosecutor yells out his assumptions.
He continues to pace back and forth; he’s out for blood.
He has his sleeves rolled up, sweaty and seems winded. Clearly, he has been at this for a while and is worked up over the situation. The witness sitting on the stand, getting badgered, is a young woman in her early thirties and a suspect of one of the most mysterious crimes of this century. Her name is Elizabeth Primrose.
She looks up with tears rolling down her cheek, shaken and nervous. She’s getting upset because she is being badgered by this man, the prosecutor. It has gone on so long; she feels like she almost can’t think straight. The amped-up prosecutor comes back in with another furry to lash out at Elizabeth.
“Where is he? What have you done?!” He leans over face-to-face, and about to continue his rant. Elizabeth goes to speak but gets cut-off by another wild out accusation.
She continues to tear up while she looks all around the room. It is a terrible feeling looking and watching time freeze while all your peers quietly judge you. Elizabeth seems to see only frowns and hatred flowing her way, from every direction.
She is interrupted by the prosecutor yelling, “Miss Primrose!”
Elizabeth feels his hot breath in her face, roaring at her. This pushes Elizabeth too far and over the line. She loses her cool and stands up and yells, “I told you the story, I told you, I don’t know where the hell he went!”
The prosecutor backs up in a slight shock. He’s arched back looking at Elizabeth with his guard completely up.
As if she’s a terrible threat. The room comes to a halt and everyone appears quiet yet slightly shocked, staring straight at Elizabeth. Elizabeth confused, stands up on the stand with her wild expression, and tears of confusion pouring out of her.
***
A splash of water brings Elizabeth out of her “day-dream.” Back to her reality in the courthouse bathroom. The water splashes out of Elizabeth’s hands and onto her new dress. She is overthinking everything and she knows it.
She seems to be deliberately making herself more terrified and confused about what is actually going to happen in that courtroom today. She leans up against the sink and wipes off the water stain from her dress. She is dressed beautifully. She’s trying to look good and for being a certified nurse; she believes in being presentable.
She takes a deep breath. She continues to lean up against the bathroom sink. She’s not wanting to, but she’s ready to go into the courtroom. She’s not sure what to think; she doesn’t even know how all of this is going to go down.
She looks in the mirror and a flashback of that awful night comes back into her imagination. It’s as if she’s standing right there at that moment, once again. It’s dark and a ghastly scream comes from an even darker corner. The lights in Elizabeth’s imagination flicker followed with another scream.
She remembers that night ever so clearly. She grasped the gun tight, blood covering the walls and the floor. Elizabeth takes a deep breath and gets closer to the dark corner of her imagination…then a blast of unavoidable interruption. The bathroom door gets a knock.
A man’s voice pulls Elizabeth back to her terrifying reality. “Are you okay in there? Elizabeth?”
Another knock, then Elizabeth’s defendant waves his arm inside the door.
He follows it up with, “Elizabeth, they’re ready for us.” He yells it from outside of the woman’s restroom. Elizabeth takes a deep breath and gets a kick out of her defendant as she tries to smile. He only waves his arm in the door, afraid to go in.
She clears her somewhat bruised face and dries her hands off. She replies, “You can come in. It’s only me in here.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“No, it’s okay. I’ll wait out here…well okay then.” Wilson slowly pulls open the door with his frail arm. He has grey hair, a wrinkled-face, old, and confident. Wilson stands tall wearing a nice suit, ready for court.
“Shall we?”
***
The large courtroom doors swing open. The entire room comes to a halt. They all simultaneously turn to see one of the last survivors from that horrific night. Elizabeth Primrose stands under the arched, doorframe, the entrance to the courtroom.
She feels life gets stolen from her. Her breath stops and her blood drops. Elizabeth stands in the doorway clearly frail from the event. But as an esteemed nurse, she stands her ground with her head up.
Elizabeth attempts to gain control of all her emotions. She is still nervous over this entire situation, and her imagination still plays tricks on her. It has already given her the worst outlook on all of this. Elizabeth is a little tense squeezes her fist tight.
The courtroom still watches her every move, right from the moment she opened the doors. Behind Elizabeth is Wilson. He towers over her in the shadows. The old, skinny man drained of this situation. He has heard this story thoroughly with all the details, all the twists, and turns.
Wilson in a weird, state of mind simply from knowing exactly why Elizabeth is entering the courtroom on this day. He feels for the young woman, and the trauma she had to endure. In his heart, he truly doesn’t know how this one is going to turn out, considering the evidence and the story. Wilson’s frail hand sets on Elizabeth’s shoulder providing a small level of support.
He then gives Elizabeth a tiny push. She moves forward with a slight feel of encouragement. She enters the courtroom with the help and support of Wilson and for once she feels like she has some sort of back up. With a deep breath, Elizabeth makes her way into the center of the courtroom, ready for what’s to come.
The crowd turns back around simultaneously, breaking the silence. Elizabeth fights her emotions walking in, but the weight gets heavier when she sees her mother. Elizabeth’s mother is overwhelmed and sits in tears. Elizabeth smiles and tries to give the loving women some sort of hope.
Hope that everything will be fine. While Elizabeth walks to her right she sees a nurse, a handler. She sits with a confused weeping Mr. Garner. Seeing him drops Elizabeth’s stomach, it’s the one parent of Bruce Garner. The victim, well…the real reason why everyone is here and in tears.
The final steps lie in front of her, straight up to the judge’s stand in the front of the courtroom. Elizabeth gets hit with a breath of fresh air finally a smile. This one smile gets her attention, and it is quickly followed by another. It’s her two good friends attempting to show her support.
Tamara and Jordan. The courtroom is calm and the trial has already started. The prosecutor already makes his opening stat