Escape | Maladaptive Daydreaming

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CHAPTER FIVE
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02-21-21

I want to quickly point out that Maladaptive Daydreaming comes at certain points of the day, so that's why the hours are long apart, but it really hits at night. Midnight especially. I get headaches in the morning because of it. For this experiment, I will have to sleep early because of school but the average time I am able to stop is 2-3am.

Also, I do not act on these things!! These are just daydreamings!! You might question a few things I want to say first, I am fine and I am doing Journal Therapy.

TW: Drugs, Mentions of Death, Blood, Shooting, & Mild Language!!

PS: The Music I listen to do have harsh/mild language!! If you are not comfortable with that then don't listen to it please!!

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10:26AM - 12:00PM

CHARACTERS

My protagonist is name Regan and my daydreaming had my hurt persona for this hour. He is the adopted son of Tim Drake and Conner Kent. He's sixteen and male. In my inner world, I much prefer the male characteristics because I feel more masculine even if I'm female, which is funny since he's male but I made him more feminine. I was inspired by the goth aspect and Tony Stark's abilities. He is that quiet, smart, and helpful friend.

Regan is bestfriends with AJ, the son of Raven and Beast Boy. He is male masculine and sixteen as well. Although AJ is bisexual and Regan is gay, I didn't feel like the two should date only because AJ was inspired by my bestfriend in real life and I didn't want to do him like that. He looks like Nightcrawler from X-Men and Hellboy but I wanted him to have my real life friend's personality. He's athletic, friendly, and loyal.

PLOT ONE

Few minutes into the plot and I almost felt like crying. I don't know why but I was at a Gala Ball, held by rich politics, and my friend screamed that everyone should run. They were between the ages of 14 and 17, all young and frighten as bullets rung out throughout the huge manor. The teens were children of the rich politics or invited by the teens themselves.

Of course, being young, they didn't know what to do as they lived a privileged life of riches and safety. So when my best friend cried that everyone needs to run, the group went into chaos. Most believed it was a joke while some begin to cry. The teens were all in the party room considering the main Gala area was filled with serious elders and working adults. They made an area specifically for the children's enjoyment.

I was overwhelmed as it is. I knew what bullets sounded like as my parents were heroes and I have done a few side jobs for them. My thoughts instantly went to my family. They were all out of costumes and in the main Gala room. If there were guns, there was death.

"We need to leave!" My friend demanded, pointing out the window. "We can go put from there!"

One teen yelled, "Are you insane!?"

Many didn't want to believe the situation and begin to push away AJ. They headed out the doors where the bullets rang and ran down the halls. They were arguing, screaming that it must be a joke or it was a overall mistake played by an inprofessional guard — just excuses. By the time the teens arrived and the doors were slammed, my heart froze. I swear I can feel the heart beating out of my chest.

My eyes quickly land on my dad and pa, both who looked surprised and terrified. I wasn't bulletproof and not acquainted well with physical type stuff. So when the men in masks point their guns at us, I knew I was going to die...