Confused I stand up and put my belongings back into my bag, I walk past the blood and stare down at it. Something seams really off. As I look even closer I realise that the blood is moving but that's too weird so I decide it's just my brain playing tricks on me. That's it, I storm off done with this situation and don't even bother saying goodbye to Paige. It's too late in the week to deal with this, my brain needs a break. stepping back out into the street I walk over to a park bench and sit down to have a minute to think in the fresh air. Closing my eyes, I focus on my breathing and drown out the city noises. I always feel much better once I've taken a minute to think. After I had a minute I've decided that my lack of sleep last night must be catching up to me and most of what I saw before wasn't real. Opening my eyes I immediately feel 100x worse, the whole world spins around, the bright stream of car lights fling across my vision and loud voices start yelling at me. It's all muffled but I can hear one clearer strong consistent voice saying, the, same, thing. All you see or seem is but a dream within a dream. All you see or seem is but a dream with a dream. All you see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
"Stop!" I yell and the world comes crashing back down into reality."are you okay, sweetie?" asks a middle-aged lady with long dark brown hair.
"yeah, I'm fine, thank you" I stand up but instantly fall back down onto the bench.
"are you sure you're okay?" The lady reaches out to grab my hands but I move away before she reaches me.
"y-yes thank you. I I'm fine. I just got a bit dizzy." I say, and this time with more confidence I stand up and walk away. What the hell is going on? I seriously cannot deal with this right now. I'm just gonna go home and make myself a cup of coffee seeing as how I didn't end up drinking one this morning thanks to Paige. As I continue to walk down the street my eyes begin to feel heavy and I start to stumble towards the road crossing, now realising that I'm way too tired to even walk home. I try to turn around but my foot catches on the uneven pavement and I fall straight towards the road with oncoming traffic. doomed, I place my hands out to catch my fall, but they get yanked in a different direction and I find myself tumbling back onto the sidewalk, hitting my head and skidding across the concrete in the process. I lay on the cold ground with the wind knocked out of me.
"my god are you okay!" I hear a voice yell. " what the hell were you thinking! If I hadn't pulled you back....." the male voice trails off. I squint my eyes and push myself into a sitting position.
"oww my head." I exclaim and simultaneously reach my hand up to feel where the numbing pain was coming from. When I pull my hand back red liquid stain my hands. "Crap!" I look up to see who owned the voice that was yelling at me before. It was a guy in an oversized Hoody that looked to be in about his 20s. he crouches down and takes a look at my head. "how bad is it?" I ask.
"it's not that bad. You'll be okay." I nod but instantly regret it because it makes the pain worse. "do you feel okay to stand up?" The guy asks me looking straight into my eyes.
"yeah I think I'm fine. I think I just need some rest, my house isn't too far away." I say returning his deep stare. I get lost in his eyes, they're so blue, and while I'm looking at the flakes of gold crescent around his pupils, he offers me a hand up. I take it and help by pushing myself off with my other hand. " thanks" I say while dusting myself off. I look back down when my foot steps in a puddle. My eyes bulge out of my head as I realise it isn't water. "oh god, oh my god." I unsteadily step backwards and almost fall over again.
"what?!" The guy asks with a worried look on his face. But I'm too busy watching the pile of blood move itself into quite a familiar sentence. All you see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
All I can do is point because I'm afraid if I speak my voice will let me down. "there's nothing on the ground." he says looking super confused now. " are you okay?" I look back to the ground and like he had said, there is nothing on the ground.
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Mystery / ThrillerAlexa Billington is an up and coming journalist who loves reading, writing, and learning about people. she spends most of her mornings at her favourite coffee shop Ricky's which is where her best friend since high school works. Most mornings at the...