Kim's been having weird dreams lately. At first they started off just once every few weeks or once a month but now they've become weekly or even daily occurrences and with each dream he gets closer to reuniting with Porchay but what if real life isn...
Kim's POV: What the hell?! What did she mean by try again?! There's an end goal to this insanity?! If it's my dream shouldn't I know what it is? I don't know though, how do I get it right if I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO?! That's it, I'm going to see a psychiatrist, I need to get help by tomorrow and as for today, I will NOT SLEEP. I'll stay awake all day and all night until I can get prescribed some sort of drug.
Porchay's POV: What am I supposed to do in this situation, I tried to make the best of the situation and I watched Kim drown in front of me and I could do nothing to stop it. What the hell is going on?! The wrong decision? What's the right decision? How do I make this end? Who is gonna answer these damn questions?! It's too early for someone to have a schizophrenic break right? Tomorrow night? Does she seriously think I'll play whatever twisted ass game she's set up?! No! I won't! I won't sleep, at least not tonight. I'll play guitar, I'll sing, I'll drink a whole pot of coffee whatever it takes to stay awake!
Author POV: Porchay gets in his car and drives straight to the market, he buys 3 bags of coffee and and a gallon of energy drink mix. 'Someone's trying to stop their heart, haha!' The cashier at the store laughed and Porchay didn't even look up, just took the card out of his wallet and handed it to him. He left the store and just sat in his car, hitting his head to the wheel, repeatedly, hoping that maybe it'd fix his brain and the dreams would stop.
Kim's POV: There's plenty of professionals in my area but one company is said to specialize in these problems and more than half of their patients get results, hopefully I'm part of that group. I've called in and now my names in the system, I should be meeting my psychiatrist within 3 business days at 3pm and we'll do sessions weekly. I'll learn their name as soon as I'm assigned to a psychiatrist, should be smooth sailing now so all that's left to do is STAY AWAKE
Author POV: Obviously that didn't happen and they both fell asleep eventually.
Kim's POV: Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! I fell asleep! And its dark again, but my eyes aren't closed and I'm in a chair now? There's a light now. Not like a bulb or a glow it's like a rectangle. A screen! Why is it so big though? I'm looking beside me and there's rows full of people, IM IN A MOVIE THEATRE?! I see Porchay, of course. But he's not awake? His eyes are closed. I've been waiting for a minute and finally his eyes are open and the screen starts to play a trailer for a movie. The trailer starts out with bold red lettering reading, "Have you ever seen a monster under your bed?" The screen proceeds to play a clip of a man with a large gun, he's creeping down a quiet hallway in what looks like an abandoned building. Once again the red lettering is back this time reading, "What if I told you this was that very monster?" The camera is now pointed at his face, his side profile specifically. The man in the movie trailer. Its me. No that's impossible. His hair is different from mine, he has tattoos and I don't. No matter how much sense I try to make of it I can feel Porchay's eyes on me. 'Kim is that you?!' Of course it's not me. How can he think that's me when it's clearly not. We just have the exact same face, and height, and body shape. No matter, the trailer is finished playing. True to a traditional cinema another one is following it. This one is starting with a video, right now the camera is showing a room, a bedroom. Porchay's bedroom. This time rather than the bold red text it's white bubble letters and the screen isn't black it's just the video of the room. 'Is that my house?!' Porchay shouts out and all of a sudden everyone's eyes are on him. The whole cinema lifts their fingers and shushes him, including me. Of course I didn't do it on my own accord but it's like I was a puppet and someone pulled my strings. I told him to just watch the trailer and the video cuts to Porchay sitting at a vanity table in front of mirror, holding a guitar. The guitar I bought him. He's strumming it but then suddenly stops.
Porchay's POV: There's no way in hell they're seriously playing this video in front of Kim. I want out. I want to wake up, but I can't. The video continues to show me playing the guitar and crying while I sing, the song Kim sent me specifically. ——--—————————————— MOVIE POSTER
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