Beyond Dreams

Chapter 4

I walked and looked around. Looking lost. Not physically but mentally. I felt a hand grab mine and I looked behind me.

'You okay'? Stephen asked. I nodded.

'It's just... when all this is over, I don't want to go back to my universe'.

'But your family'.

'I told you... I have no family. I was actually already planning to dip and not tell anyone. You know, disappear'.

'Look, I don't know if I-'

'Look Stephen, I'm not a child anymore and this is my decision. It's not like anyone would miss me. And what Wanda said and you saw that green force, right? What if I'm not powerless like you and I think'?

'We don't know for sure but you have a life of your own'.

'Come on, I know when Wanda played mind tricks on me, that evil sinister version of me, that was probably the alternate future. The alternate reality. I know that in my universe when others find out about people like me, they will probably take us to a secret facility. Area 51 maybe. They will test us and treat us like experiments'.

'Welcome to memory lane'.

I looked down at me feet and back up. I stepped on some kind of platform. It stopped my train of thought of staying in Stephen's universe.

'Replay your significant memories now at a discounted price. We remember, so you don't forget'.

My memory projection appeared in front of me. It was me when I was about 12. I was getting yelled at. I was crying and flinching every time my dad pointed at me.

'Where will you go if you were able to leave here? Huh! Are we that bad you jumped your window to try and run away'!

I stayed silent. Crying.

'Answer me'! His hand slammed the table and I flinched as well as in my memory.

The memory changed and I was standing in the rain waiting for the bus. I was much older. 16 maybe. I was drenched from the rain but I didn't seem to care.

The memory changed again and I was in the bathroom. I was looking around under the sink and then brought out a razor. I started to take it apart to grab the blade.

A tear fell down my cheek. That was the first time I really wanted to end things but just ended up making a scar.

The memory changed again. I was yelling.

'I wake up 4 in the morning! I catch the bus and train to school and back! I'm always exhausted and I don't feel happy anymore! And no matter how I tell you, you never understand'!

'Well I have it worst okay! I work all day and have two jobs. Where's yours? You should be paying rent here'! My mother yelled back. 'That depression is all in your head'.

'Shut up, you faggot', my brother said to me.

I kneeled and covered my face. My hands started to get wet from tears.

'Y/n... you didn't tell-'

'This is stupid, let's go'. I stood up and wiped my tears.

'Y/n, wait'. I pushed past Stephen.

I continued to walk, not looking back. People looked at me as I passed. A little girl pointed and I looked at my hands.

They were in green flames. I shook them until they extinguished. What was happening? I walked further until I saw a big statue of... Stephen? I looked at the plate and frowned.