Travel-Snack

I was left there, pondering about what I had learned, and trying to make some sense out of it. But  unfortunately reason was out of my reach... maybe the suit was right... perhaps I was unknowingly losing my mind, but it was the fact that it didn't scare me that frightened me. I was tumbling down this figurative rabbit hole, and I couldn't care less about the things I saw along the way.
I emptied my glass, which was promptly replaced by another one.
"On the house." Said the barman. That single action alone, should've alerted me... not one barman I knew ever gave me something for free, no even if he was my best friend. But I could live with that, I understood the position he was in. Yet somehow this was different, sounded right, natural...

... maybe the suit was right...
I shook my head in a vain attempt to rearrange it, and in doing so, mentally listed the current facts:I was emotionally and mentally raped by a close friend, check!! I wasn't asleep, check! I witnessed a sacrifice, check! I was what one would call a telepath, and there were others like me, check! I was hearing voices in my head, double check!I felt like a conspiracy victim, check!!... so was I crazy?... At the very least, I had to admit to myself that I was not in my usual state of mind.
I heard the waves crash once again and my gaze was drawn to the sea, wondering, looking for refuge.

But I could not escape my own mind, and even the alcohol was not having the expected effect, in fact I now noticed that the more I drank, the more calm I was, but also got more burdened with guilt, and it was starting to give me a headache.