The Drafted Reality and Dreams

CHAPTER 2

There were muffled voices coming from the other side, the room smelled like sanitizer.
A hospital? I opened my eyes, the ceiling light blinded me. I blinked rapidly so my vision is more used to the surroundings. I look around the room as I lay upon a bed covered in clean white sheets. My ears start ringing as soon as I start lifting my upper body. Why am I here? I was confused on why I am here, a place that I was terrified of as a child. Needles and syringes are the two fears I hate having.
Dad, Edson, and her came inside of the room.
"Already got someone coming over here." She said as she sat next to me.
"Why am I here?"
"She found you on the floor, you were having a seizure."
"What? A seizure? How. What??" I furrowed my eyebrows. Me? I had a seizure?
"I fell asleep though, I was in my bed.." I bit my tongue.
Dad and her looked at each other, both had a glimpse of worry.
"At Least you're alright." Edson shrugged.
"Aren't you supposed to be at school? Why are you even here?"
"It's literally pitch black outside, what do you mean? Did you not notice?"
I looked at the window that was behind her, it had blinds on them, but he was right, it is pitch black out there.
"H-How long have I been out for?" I stuttered as I no longer felt sure about anything, I was asleep and woke up with the house being empty. There was something inside of the house, or there were two of them...
"Almost..-"
"About 5 hours you've been out for." Dad interrupted her. "I even think that you should rest a bit more soon after you get your checkup." Dad smiled softly, even his eyes looked gloomy, dark circles and everything.
Edson and her nodded their heads in agreement. "Alright, we will be outside of the room to hear about your current situation." Dad came towards me to pat me on the back for reassurance. I nodded, letting them go.

. . .

I nodded, giving the doctor an awkward smile, I was awkwardly uncomfortable. I watch them step out of the room, hearing those muffled voices once again.
What happened in that dream? I wondered, touching my forehead as it started to ache by trying to process what happened. What was that creature? It was tall, almost touching the ceiling without trying; by the feet it had long nails that can cut through a lot, as if it's been sharpened. I don't even think it was human, not even one bit, it felt like that thing was actually there at the house. I felt like I was actually there.. But why? Why did the house look like that? I wanna say that, that's how the house looked before we ever moved in. I don't know for sure since I wasn't born when we moved in, asking dad is the only option I have to figure it out.
I got discharged the next day, they said that I could have another seizure at any moment so dad and her have to keep an eye on me.
"Do you want any peanut butter toast? Or maybe.. Some fruit" She asked as her head was peeking through the door of my room.
"No, I'm quite alright actually. Don't want anything to eat, especially not when that incident happened." I lay on my bed, my head and upper back resting against the cold wall.
"What exactly happened?" She came into the room, sitting on the bed.
"Well, it may sound a bit weird or strange, but. I fell asleep as soon as I came back from school, I thought I woke up but I guess I was still dreaming, but the house was unfurnished, the floorboards covered in dust. Like everything was covered in dust and cobwebs. I then saw that creature." I shrugged, I felt uncomfortable talking about it all but I guess it's nice to talk about it to someone.
"What house? Are you talking about this house we are currently living in?" She narrowed her eyebrows.
I nodded, I stayed silent not wishing to talk anymore.
"Also, what is this creature you are talking about.?"
I shrugged, "I don't know what it is but it was trying to kill me, nor do I think it was human."
She nodded, "Well, I think I will have to talk to your father about all this." She patted me on the back.
Great, now my dad is gonna know. They probably think I'm crazy or something.. I sighed Regretting telling her everything I just said. What's next? My dad barging into my bedroom? Or my little brother, Edson, walking in here to check up on me? Either way I don't want to be bothered. I feel like absolute garbage after all that happened. All I need right now is a break. Maybe a quick nap can do the trick? But what if I go back to that weird dream again..? I don't know anymore.