Dreaming [completed]

Chapter Five

My eyes snapped open when I heard blaring horns from the halls. I was confined in a small, gray, cement room. One other man slept on the other side of the room, occupying another bed, but there was only one toilet in the room.

​I attempted to sit up, to shoot up, but my wrist was cut from the tight handcuffs that attached one of my arms to the frame of my cheap bed. I turned and shifted until my hand was slightly freer, and I finally got a good feel for where I was.

​A breeze came from under the door, where a small crack leaked beams of light into the completely dark room. The smell of unhygienic children and surgery filled the room, but I could easily assume neither was actually near me. The room was clearly painted gray, along with the window, and even the door had a silvery shine to it. I could taste metal and medicine in my mouth, and I immediately felt a difference.

My teeth were not straight and perfect. The dentist had said I was absolutely blessed with white pearls and bright gums, but now I felt imperfections. My teeth were slightly crooked, and I could feel my front, bottom teeth push into strange directions.

I turned to face the person sleeping on the other side of the undersized room and noticed that they were still asleep, but not cuffed to the bed. Whoever they were, they were clearly better than me.

The door to the cell opened and everything became so clear. The oncoming light blinded me, but I could see heavenly figures standing in the doorway. One moved right along while the other approached me and reached for my wrist. I noticed that my freshly cut arms were also littered with scars of the same pattern. When my cuffs were removed, I rubbed the crimson blood off my skin and looked up at the man. He seemed to be security but unlikely a police officer.

"Where am I?" I asked innocently, hoping to get an actual answer but receiving nothing of the sorts. My voice sounded different, though. It was a tad deeper and had a completely different tone to it. It was more rugged but ready to run.

The man beside me wasn't touched by anyone, and he got up by himself. He yawned, stretched his arms, and stroked his slight stubble. His hair was a subtle brown that seemed to brighten near the tips, but his body shape was the most interesting. He was surprisingly thin compared to how I felt. At that point, I knew something weird was going on.

The only logical thing I could come up with was that I woke up from a nightmare. Everything that I had experienced through another reality was false. My horrible family, including Charlie, were finally gone. I could live in peace without them. I was even glad to leave Louise and school in general. They reminded me of my failures. Living vicariously through a teenage boy was over with.

However, I would miss Kimber and Angelica. Kimber was like a sister to me, and Angelica was the guiltiest pleasure I happened to have. I happened to have a whole dream about falling for her, so whoever she was must've been important.

Still, I was very confused at the fact that I still remembered every little detail of my life from that dream. I remembered the little things that made up that life. I could remember my childhood for myself, and aren't dreams supposed to be very short?

The other man slapped me on the shoulder and motioned for me to stand. I did as told and stood up. I was covered in thick clothing that was clearly too big for me. It was all beige, from neck to ankles. My feet were bare and chilly as I stood on the cement floor.
I decided to ask again, but to my new friend.

"Where am I?"

He looked over, his ocean blue eyes gazing at me with confusion. He turned his whole body from facing the window to facing me. He wore almost the same clothes as mine, but his beige shirt and pants actually fit him much better. He had an ID on his shirt pocket, which read "Giles Hanssen".