The Woods

Why

I'm running again.. where am I going...
{Bang}
I open my eyes to see that I was still in bed. Heaving a sigh, I stare blankly up at the blandly colored ceiling.  All was quiet. Too quiet. Sadly this was normal, silence in a noisy world. Sluggish still I get out of bed, tossing the covers aside. Messy. This room is so messy. I look around and stand there. Still I don't know why I was scared. It wasn't anything but the same nightmare. Same thing from when I was little. So why did it still scare me so much? The memory still fresh in my mind I shivered and walked over to my closet. Choosing the outfit of the day was pretty easy seeming I wear the same thing almost all the time. Slipping on the jeans, long sleeve shirt, and jacket, I head to my door. The only thing keeping me safe. Taking a deep breath, I prepare myself as I turn the handle. The door opens silently and shuts the same. It's still quiet. Their gone.. don't worry about them their gone. The same mantra runs through my head, calming me down. I look towards the kitchen and take a moment to decide what I should do.I shake off the foreboding feeling and walk into the kitchen to find something to eat before I go. I find a small sandwiched piece of meat in a bag and I take it out of the fridge. As I pass the counter I scoop up the bread and a butter knife that was sitting on the counter as well. Wait, when did that get there? I notice the butter knife in my hand and stare at it confused. I start feeling the same ebbing of my focus leaving my eyesight. I black out... again.
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I open my eyes to find myself staring at my kitchen ceiling. I'm laying on the floor, with something under my head. I reach for it and I pull it out from under me as I sit up. It's a pillow. One of the smaller ones from my couch. I look around for someone who may have put it there, but still there was only silence. I was the only one in the house. Shaking the thoughts from my head, I stand woozily. I grip the edge of the counter as I regain my balance. My hand touches something cold and porcelain. I open my eyes to see a plate with a couple of sandwiches and some diced fruit on it. I make a face, confused. I didn't make this did I? Things aren't always what they seen here. I don't think they will ever be normal. But what is normal? What is the point of this? What is the point of reality? Wait... what IS reality?

This is the story of how I disappeared in early August of 2011. But don't be fooled this is also something that very well could happen to you. Don't trust everything you see.. but never trust what you hear when you are alone...