The Unrealities of Greendale (1/3) *Being Edited*

Chapter 4

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I slammed my bedroom door shut and pressed my back into it. My waterworks continued to flow as I realized how horrible that felt. I slid to the floor, burying my face in my arms. I looked up and saw my catastrophic room from my previous rampage. And suddenly I felt like a caged animal. When I had enough strength to force myself up, I started cleaning up my room.

As I sorted through everything, I felt more depressed than ever. And, like my room, I was a mess. But once I finished, I sat in my chair and stared out the window as I always did, mentally rewinding me and Vena's shared encounter. And each playback hurt more than the last.

I heard someone coming up the stairs and the smell of beef stew snaked up my nose. Mom must've made my favorite. I thought. I heard them approach the door and sit something down.

"Valeri? I made some beef stew if you want some..." I heard my mom's sweet voice say. I sat there and proceeded to stare through the glass, unphased by my mother's interruption.

"I love you, honey..." she finally said. I couldn't just ignore her.

"I love you too, mom." I stated, loud enough for her to hear me, and I knew a smile was beaming on her face. At least one of us is happy.

I stood up, thinking that getting some sleep would at least subside the pain long enough for me to think straight. As I grabbed both my curtains, ready to snap them shut, I peeked out and saw Evan clear as day, walking down the road with his back to me. Suddenly, he stopped. He looked my house up and down, despair in his face, as if he was contemplating entering. His eyes wandered up to my bedroom window, and for a split second, our shared eye contact sent chills down my spine and goose bumps on my arms. I looked down, avoiding his eyes for further devastation with the whole situation. When I looked up, he was gone. Not a trace of where he had gone besides my memory of him walking a few moments ago. How was that possible?

And then I knew that, no, he wasn't real. He couldn't be. But the thing that got to me was that he felt so real. I felt his touch, I heard his voice, I saw his face. How could he not be there? But he was so... tangible. I could feel his presence when he walked in a room and I could feel the lack of his presence when he walked out. He was a part of me. But that was what scared me. He could be a part of me, literally. He could just be a part of my brain. The part that really scared me was how powerful my mind was if it could create Evan. It seemed to me as though my mind was the biggest monster I was facing.

I closed the curtains and laid on my bed. Turning off the lamp, I laid there until I had fallen into a heavy sleep.

I saw a light. A very bright light. I saw a flashback of the headlights that blinded my mother and I during the car crash. Then, everything slowly came into focus. I was in a hospital room. Laying there, I saw my mother sitting by my side, my dad and aunt Bernice standing around the foot of my bed, crying. And then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Evan. He was sitting in a chair with his head in his hands. He looked up at me and started crying. I was stunned, as I had never seen him cry before. Everyone in the room was crying, the one who was bawling the hardest was my mom. I was frightened to the point where hairs on my neck were standing on full salute. My mother leaned in and put her hands on my shoulders.

"You can do this... Valeri, you're strong enough to do this." she whispered, tears racing down her face, mascara running along with it.

"I need you to wake up... please wake up for me sweetie." she mumbled, closing her eyes in agony.