The Other Place
(Other Place #2)
Publication date: July 5th 2016
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult
Living in Justin Flaherty’s mind has never been easy. Unfortunately, things are about to get much worse…
At eighteen years old, most guys are chasing girls or dreams. Justin, on the other hand, wants to draw and be left alone. He’s been diagnosed with schizophrenia, but it’s more than that. He’s in tune with the Dark Energy that surrounds us all, and can see how it controls people’s actions. Sometimes, the Dark Energy will give him visions, to help him on the road to enlightenment.
When his mother hooks up with a Baptist preacher named David who believes Justin’s schizophrenia can be cured with prayer, Justin knows he has to get out—or risk involuntary commitment in a religious facility.
After a brush with incarceration, Justin takes off to San Francisco, where his drawings are not just noticed, but admired…
Justin’s bizarre and beautiful drawings create a stir in the art world. Meanwhile, he’s homeless, couch surfing, and trapped in a continuous battle with his mental illness. His salvation is a girl named Liria Czetski with a shady past. They’d met a year ago, and she’s appeared in his visions ever since. It turns out Liria has been sharing those visions, something that is a surprise to everyone but Justin…
When secrets surface, Justin is forced to realize that being a genius has a downside. Surrounded by people who want to exploit his talent, he must fight not only for his career and freedom, but perhaps for his life…
I knew it!”. I flinch as her words hit me. I knew you were sneaking out together so that you could…” She makes a noise like the last part of her sentence is dammed up against the inside of her mouth.
Mina and I slide closer together. Why are you here, Rebekah? I ask. Are you here to stop my enlightenment?
“Im here to stop you from being led into Hell! To try to save you from thisfrom…” The gravel crunches as she stomps. The moonlight glints ghostly off her contorted features. I’m holding Minas hand, and I can feel her tense up.
“Im not leading him into Hell, Rebekah, Mina says. Are youserious? This is none of your business.
“It is my business,” Rebekah says.
My ears ring as the Dark Energy sings a bad note. I want to run, but I cant leave Mina, and I think its too late to run away from the trap anyway. I squeeze my eyes shut. Please dont trap me, I plead. Please let me go, let me go.
“Justin is innocent and has been chosen by God, and youre corrupting him and causing him to sin! Rebekah says. She steps forward so that shes very close to Mina, who clutches my hand.
The Dark Energy is pulling hard at me now, and Im having difficulty breathing. I keep begging, but the Dark Energy is hissing about Hell and sin and doesnt listen. Its slimy dead fingers caress me very horribly and the smell of decay oozes all around.
“Did you know he has visions? Rebekah says. Do you know God sends him messages and teaches him lessons? He probably hasnt told you that, because youd laugh at him. Youd call him crazy like his mother does, and wouldnt understand what it means. You dont know how special he is. Youre just some whore who wants to sleep with him because hes hot!
Mina lets go of my hand now, but I hardly notice. The Dark Energy is covering my eyes. Its pulling me in, away from this, but into something much worse. I hear Mina scream something in Rebekahs face, and I see Rebekah hit her, and then I dont see or hear them anymore because Im gone. The Dark Energy has me, and its burning me up.
ELIZABETH RODERICK grew up as a barefoot ruffian on a fruit orchard near Yakima, in the eastern part of Washington State. After weathering the grunge revolution and devolution in Olympia, Washington, Portland, Oregon and Seattle, she recently moved to a small cluster of houses amidst the vineyards of California’s Central Coast.
She earned a bachelor’s degree in Spanish from The Evergreen State College in Olympia, Washington, and worked for many years as a paralegal and translator. She is a musician and songwriter, and has played in many bands, rocking some instruments she doesn’t even know the real names for, but mostly guitar, bass and keyboards.
Elizabeth writes novels for young adults and adults; short stories; and memoir which is way more interesting than it should be. Her stories are about love, death, gang warfare, and madness; her characters tend to be of the type that society generally shuns: addicts, convicts, and the mentally ill. She believes if people get to know these characters in stories and in real life, they’ll find them more likeable than they originally thought.
She applies Hunter S. Thompson’s Gonzo method to fiction writing. It often gets a little heavier than what she had in mind, but she chalks it up to forced consciousness expansion.