Star Dust

Insane

I had eventually made it, leaning against the wall to rest a little bit. The beam of light shined through the door, and I was scared, not to lie.

Few seconds later I had opened the door. An Empty room. Soon, I heard a manly voice echo. "Hello, Melody?" Some one had been expecting me?

* My story had all started 15 years before this. I was 3 years old and this voice in my head had showed up and began talking to me. I listened to it. Being a curious little child, I started to imagine a boy, and talking back to the voice. I started to figure that this voice wasn't a conscious. It was another person in my head, that was the only one who understood me. When I was 15, It started to show more often. In my classrooms and just in my room. Pretty much anywhere I had been, he was there. Following me everywhere I went. Usually i'd get old of this type of thing, but he was the only one who stayed with me, and stayed my friend. To this day, I am 18, and he's been waiting for this day. *

"H-hello?" I had asked the random voice coming the left of me. I heard footsteps, looking at the ground I saw the same feet that made the loud noise. "I've been waiting for you." I slowly looked up to the man's face. I was so in shock, that i had passed out the first sight of his eyes.

Waking up on a soft bed by a fire, the man came in holding a tray of food. "I'm sorry to startle you." His hair was quite long and covered one of his eyes. He... he wore a suit that fit him well. ".." I tried speaking, but it didn't work out too well. "I brought you some food, you look like you haven't eaten in days." Food? In bed? This man..

"Am... I-..I having an illusion?" I had asked, my words stuttering, still in shock. This man..
"No, Melody. I am real. I am here, and so are you." He gave the brightest smile as he set the tray down for me to eat. "I had laid some clothes out over onto the chair on the other side of the bed. Please eat, i'll be back in about two hours." He nodded and left.

This was all happening to fast. I got up in a bolt as soon as the door closed and I decided to snoop around, finding nothing of use of where I am, or who the man was. So, I just put on the clothes he has so generously laid out. But, I know that man.. He was.. I had looked at the door, realizing, and my jaw dropped, and I had passed out again into a slight comma.