Torn between Dreams and Reality

Chapter 27

I felt trapped in my own room. The world was shifting and fading around me.

How could I not have known that this wasn't the world that it seemed to be?

I was dreaming and it felt real but why wasn't I able to tell and why wasn't I able to wake up?
Did I even wake up at all?

I needed to try, try and get back conscious. I let my mind race ahead of me, letting it overthink this situation because it felt like it was the only way I could find a solution to it.

So, slightly shivering, I lay down on my bed, pulling my duvet up and cocooning in it. I closed my eyes, shutting out this world. If I was dreaming all of this and being asleep felt like I was awake then if I try sleeping then...

Things broke around me, making it hard to sleep with such noise surrounding me but I knew I needed to try. I covered my ears with my pillow, concentrating only on my sound of my breaths. As I concentrated hard enough, the noises around me started to fade away, feeling as though they were moving farther away from me.

I gasped and sat up straight, my thoughts vivid and everything hurting. I looked at my hand which was wrapped up in a bandage, my skin slightly stinging underneath it and blood tainted them slightly. I stared at it for a long while, my eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

How did this happen?

I looked around, letting out a sigh of relief. I could breathe again. Everything around was light and contrasted. This was real.

This was reality.

A weird sound grabbed my attention as I looked around. Moving towards the other side of my bed, I looked down and there on the ground lay a familiar blonde boy. His hands under his head as he curled into a ball covered in a blanket. His lips slightly parted being the reason of the weird sounds I had heard.

He was snoring.

I flipped off the bed and stood over him for a couple of minutes, taking him in. I held my breath and leaned down, wishing that he wouldn't disappear as I brought my hand closer to his face to touch him.

But he didn't disappear as my cold skin touched his; only snorted and shifted, then continued to snore.

I stared and stared and stared, feeling tears prickle my eyes. Without thinking of anything further, I fell on top of him which jerked him awake. I felt his heart beating fast against his chest but it calmed down once he realized it was me.

"God, what is wrong with you?" he whispered as he straightened up, setting me aside, rubbing his eyes lazily.

"Conrad..." I whispered, fisting my hands to restrain myself. "You're here."

"Yeah, I was going to leave but after that stunt," he pointed at my bandaged hand, "I thought it would be better if I stayed. And hey! Your eyes aren't that terrifyingly blue either anymore. Thank god 'cause, no offense, they gave me the creeps."

"My... eyes? And what stunt?"

"You know, that weird electric blue. And from stunt I meant how you broke the glass by crushing it with your hands."

I gave him a questioning look. The only time he told me my eyes were electric blue eyes was when I jumped off my roof and— and I remember cutting my hand with a glass in my dream.

My heart skipped a beat, leaping out of my chest as I sat on the edge of the bed and clutched the sides of the mattress.

"It makes sense." I whispered.

"What makes sense?" Conrad asked as he sat next to me.

I quickly turned towards him and breathed in. "This may sound weird but—but I think I get what's been happening. I don't remember anything you just told me about but I remember getting a glimpse of it while I was sleeping but the thing is that I wasn't actually sleeping. So whatever I was living wasn't my real life but just some made-up world in my mind that I was somewhat comatose in and every time I slept in that world, I would get a glimpse of this world."