Imagination

Author Notes: I try to improve my story by adding or changing somethings.

Daytime - Bedroom

Spencer was sitting while trying to write in his journal when he suddenly felt dizzy as he grabbed onto the corner of the table to keep from falling. Everything was spinning, several voices whispered. His vision blurred as he looked around him, his left hand raised to his forehead, trying to bear the pain as he continued to write just as everything calmed down. Spencer writes a word.

𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

Flashes of memories could be seen from the beautiful sky changing colors to the trees and flowers around us rising from the ground, endless pathways could be seen as the world pass by. The cries of a newborn, eyes opening for the first time, colors flash by as small hands reach out. Laughs and voices whispering as they welcome a new life into the world, as the new born smile for the first time that cries of a mother. The world around us spinning as time goes by. 

Spencer continues to write in a neat and clean way when all of the sudden a piercing noise could be heard. Spencer bit his lower lip as he immediately brought up his hands in order to cover his ears, but the reflection in the mirror reacted slower than him, for a second he could swear the reflection was smiling. As he tried to block the noise, a playful voice could be heard saying his name playfully, almost in a sing-song way, again and again.

"Spencer, Spencer~"

Spencer threw his head back and forth as he tried to block both the noise and the voice, the grip over his ears tightened as he tried to block everything. A small scream slips past his lips as he shakes his head from side to side with his eyes tightly closed. Grinding his teeth, he grabs the pencil and once again tries to write. He bits lower lip right corner as he continues to write.

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛?

Flashes of writing, books, drawings, music, buildings, someone on top of a building, the sunset rising, a  smile, pictures in the wall, people, the world. All around us there is inspiration to be found. New and old side by side as time goes on.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑, 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ, 𝑠𝑒𝑒, 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎, 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑡𝑜 𝑗𝑢𝑚𝑝 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠

Flashes of drawing in the wall, stories, designs, patterns, dreams.

𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟𝑠

The sound of cries, searching for something, laughs, buildings falling apart and new ones rising.

Spencer continues to write in his journal as flashes of pages full of ideas pass by.

𝐼𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑜𝑓? 𝑂𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓?

Flashes of buildings rising, new inventions, dreams taking shape, exploring new places and possibilities, war, the sounds of guns and bombs, sobs, buildings falling apart, coffin be lower to ground, screams and cries of love ones.

Spencer's body language changes, becoming more guarded, face expressionless as he stops writing for a moment before continuing writing. His writing is no longer neat and clean, he starts to sweat, and his body language is guarded and tense, as he starts to write faster than before. Spencer raises his left hand and grabs his hair as he tries to write his message. He almost fell off his chair when the harsh noise pierced through the room once again. Everything is seen to be spinning around, his unfocused eyes try to look everywhere and nowhere, the only sound we could hear besides the harsh noises is the harsh breathing of Spencer. He once again tries to grab the pencil only to drop it, his hands are trembling, finally, he is able to grab the pencil and starts to write again.

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑠

Flashes of shadows, shapes, flashes of the outside when it is nighttime, the lower half of someone's face as they smile. Flashes of seen something moving from the corner of your eye, feeling something touching you when you're alone, the feel time is running out.

𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑒

𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒

Flashes of dark places, laughs could be heard as a hand tries to reach for. Someone walking by when there is no one there, the shadows of someone be there, the feeling you are never alone. Nightmares after nightmares, feeling the after effects of an nightmare. When you can't tell apart reality from dreams.

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒 𝑖𝑡, ℎ𝑜𝑤, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔

𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

His harsh breathing could be heard as well as the sound of his writing. Spencer picked up the speed of his writing when the page ripped, he stopped for a moment like he was trying to understand what just happened only for him to rush to the page and rip it off. Sweating and trembling as he grabs the paper and shapes it into a paper ball only to stop for a moment and with horror turn his head towards the mirror. All color drains off his face as he grabs into the chair in a desperate attempt to calm himself and assure himself this is not real, to waken himself. He drops the paper ball as it hits the floor, the sound of it could be heard and Spencer is gone. The reflection in the mirror is sitting down on the floor with a creepy smile on their face as they said.

Spencer Reflection

(In an amusing tone)

"You can't escape us"

Everything goes black.

THE END