Beyond Dreams

Chapter 1

It's the third week of the second semester of university and I think I might just pass out from exhaustion soon. And I don't think anyone out there cares what I'm going through. Friends, family. None of them care.

You try to reach to them, asking for help but they still don't seem to understand. I've been waking up at 4:50 in the morning on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday.

My first classes start at 8:30 but I had to get ready and all. I had to pack my bag, take a shower, downstairs to eat or rather drink something, and then catch the bus to the train station. From there on, it takes 45 minutes to get to the campus.

I never knew that school and study would kill your mental health like this. I balled my fist. My wrist stung every now and then.

I remember my friend used to text me a lot. I got used to it. I'm also not the person to usual text first but then the texting slowly got vacant.

He was online but ignored me. That's what I hated. Because I'm online too and they can clearly see that.

I barley eat. I barely sleep. The days are long. Nobody checks up on me anymore. A world full of people and yet I feel so alone. Like there's a hole where my heart is supposed to be.

It's all sad really. But I still have to get up every morning knowing that I'm the loneliest person on earth.

I looked down at my wrist. One day, I wanted to disappear. No one would care anyway. If I was able to leave, I would and never come back because there's nothing to come back too.

What? A mother that doesn't seem to care only if you're perfect? A brother a year younger always commenting and creating new insecurities for you? A father who left you after treating you the way a father should never treat a daughter? Friends that never check up on me anymore? A friend that always seem to leave me out of the group?

There was nothing to go back too. My eyes slowly shut. I was tired.

It was a Saturday the next morning. I didn't feel like getting up but I had too. I didn't like feeling useless. After a shower, I changed and started to clean my room.

I always managed to get it messy every week. I also had to change my bed sheets. People never talk about that much.

I vacuumed my room and sprayed some scent. Even though my room smelt fine, my mother would always pick on something to complain about.

I put some gym leggings and a sports bra and went outside. After a while, my mum came out back.

'I'm going to Brian's for lunch. I'll be back in the afternoon'. I nodded. 'And your brother is going to the gym'.

My mum went in her car and drove out the garage. Soon after, my brother came out, all dressed and with his bag.

'Dude, all your fat is hanging out. Wear a shirt'. I watched as he grabbed his bike and left through the garage.

I was alone again. I looked down and up at the glass where my reflection stood. I wasn't fat at all. But apparently I had to be underweight like my brother to think I was skinny. First insecurity.

I put my headphones on and played some music. It was music that made me feel like I can escape reality. I picked up the stick and twirled it in my hand.

I had a lightsaber. I loved Star Wars and I was determined to learn some skills to impress people so they will get to talk to me.

It was ridiculous but it made me blush when someone complimented me. I didn't get it often. To when I was a kid till now.

So I would feel weird and wouldn't know what to say. Of course it's thank you but I feel really awkward. I looked at my reflection.

'It's over, Obi-Wan', I growled, pointing my stick.

Yes, if I was able to travel the multiverse, I would most likely be the broken villain before a hero. But a broken villain in love with the hero.

'Your dealings are done'. I twirled the stick in my hand.

I loved Obi-Wan so obviously he will be the hero who makes me realise and bring me to the light side. I looked up to my room and noticed my curtain move.

I frowned but went inside and went upstairs to my room. No one was there. I looked to my shelve wear Manga Sherlock, Harry Potter books were, along with others.

Above that were about 12 funko pops. 5 different styles of Dr Strange, Tony Stark, Loki and others. I heard something and looked to my posters on the wall.

5 along the wall in a zigzag up and down style. Three Star Wars related, one Loki and one Dr Strange. I then heard a bump that sounded that came from my bed frame.

I crouched down and looked under. There was nothing. I opened my door and left my room but my door closed.

'Fuck that'. I opened the door. Still no one. I checked my closet.

There was nothing. I checked my reflection in my mirror. There was nothing odd except. I looked closely.

For some reason, it looked like there was glass floating in the middle of my room. Like a little piece. I looked back but nothing.

I reached out my hand and hesitatingly moved forward to touch my mirror but my hand went right through.

'Ahh'! I quickly took my hand out and ran back downstairs. 'My mind playing games'.

I breathed. That was just my imagination. I'm still dreaming or something. I pinched myself but that didn't work. Then I heard a creek on the stairs. I grabbed a knife.

'Just so you know pal, I won't hesitate to stab someone'.

It's true. If someone did come and jump me, I wouldn't hesitate if it was for my own safety.

'Don't think for one second you second rate me'. It was silent until...

'You remind me of someone'. My eyes went wide.