[ michael's pov ]
when i woke up everything is so bright that i can't see anything at all.
i can't hear anything either.
i blink a few times to try to get used to the brightness. i'm able to recognize some silhouettes now.
there's a white light just above the bed i'm laying on, that's why everything is so bright.
i try to stand up from the bed but i'm tied to it. a feeling of anxiety and helplessness shakes my body and i start pulling at the strings that are holding me to the bed, but it's worthless.
i feel trapped, and eventhough i keep screaming for help no one comes to save me, not even sam.
flashes of her with me together run through my mind. i see her smiling at me in the balcony, the first time we did it, i see her singing her favourite song while we walk together down the white halls, i see her stuffing her mouth with fries while she tries to tell me the story about how she got caught ditching classes back in middle-school. i just keep seeing her, i hear her voice talking to me, trying to calm me down, but it's just a voice in my head because i can't see her anywhere.
then i hear patrick's voice, and i remember the horror on sam's face when she realized there wasn't anyone called patrick.
and i remember me breaking apart, every inch of my body screaming in denial. and it hits me over again.
i'm still in denial, it can't be true.
patrick is real. he is the only one who has always been with me. everytime i cried myself to sleep he was there to confort me. everytime i was push around or picked on in school he fight for me, he defended me and he helped me get through everything.
he was there and he was real. he is real. he has to be.
and if it wasn't real what is real then? sam? what if i'm making up sam too?
what if no one does really exist and everything is on my mind?
'shut up!' i scream to myself. i can't stand this, i'm too confused and too scared, i want the voices in my head to stop talking.
my vision is blurred, i feel like i'm floating and everything is so surreal.
memories of me when i was 5 years old playing with my mom in the garden of my old house come through my mind. i don't even know where i am anymore.
she's laughing, her blonde hair is moving with the wind and she looks like an angel. she seems so happy. everything was better when i was little. but then i grew up and she never smiled like she used to, i never knew what happened.
i start running back into the house and she laughs while she tries to catch me. 'michael, michael come back'
she's calling me michael. why is she doing that?
the name sounds so familiar to me. but i'm not michael, i dont understand.
i don't want to think, i don't want to remember, i just want this to end.
i don't know who i am anymore.
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gaahhh i love those weekends when i don't have to do anything >.<
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