An unrealistic reality

--Đay One--

"Its raining again, mom." I complained, leaning against the windowpane. "Oh good, it'll water our flowers." Mom said, clearly too caught up in her phone. I huff, and look back at the window. "Y'know, you could go clean your room, it'd help us out." Mom again, slowly torturing me with being responsible. "Mmkay.. Call me when the stupid rain stops, mom." I walk out, not caring if she had listened or not. I walk down the one creepy hallway, and into my dad's office. "Daaaaad, I'm bored. Can we go play a game or something." I groan, standing in the doorframe as he clicks on his keyboard. "Daaaaaad-" I groan again, bored. "Huh-- Oh, hey, when did you get here?" Dad asks, pushing those ugly classes on his nose. My eyes roll, I walk back to the livingroom, where my mom is. The rain stopped. "I'm going outside." I declare, putting on my old, worn out sneakers. "Its cold, put on a jacket or somethin." Mom says, still caught up in her phone. I shrug, put on my beanie, my flannel scarf, and some black hoop earrings. Because I felt as if I needed to. I call a goodbye to my parents, and open the frontdoor. I lock the door, with that ugly little Victorian style key. I begin to walk, past the two little boys next door, the basketball coach, and that one guy I've known- forever-but-would-never-hang-out-with's house. I chuckle to myself, wishing I'd eaten before leaving. My stomach growled, I ignored it, putting my cold hangs into my sweatshirt's pocket. I wrap my fingers around something, paper-like. It's a 20$ bill. Awesome! I thought, I can maybe buy something to make this problem of hunger I have. 

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||[ Ðay two ]||  

So, I bought myself some food yesterday. Everything was cool, I guess. I went home, fell asleep and woke up around 1 or 2, can't remember. I walked downstairs, and, no parents. Great. I make myself some cereal, and go outside again. I didn't change last night, so I'd be fine. I walked outside, looking at the houses pass as I walk. Cool, they painted their house. I like it. I thought, nodding at the little boys' house, I chuckled. At this time, I got bored. My eyes closed for a moment, as I sat down on the sidewalk. I open my eyes, this time, my neighborhood a whole bunch of colors. My eyes widen, colors flooding the houses, I don't really remember much after that, I think I fell asleep. Mom woke me up later, asking me if I could eat. "Yeah, sure." I nod, yawning as I wake up. I open my eyes now. This isn't my bed, it's someone else's. "Ma, where am I.." I asked, not as much of a question than a statement. She turned, then melted. I'm definitely dreaming. I close my eyes again, but nothing happens.. This room, this bed, my mom, it's all the same. I'm confused, I slowly get out of the bed, my clothes replaced with a hospital gown. I exhale, shivering in my fear. I stand, in the doorframe of this room. A hallway before me, I blink, it grows. I'm scared, I stumble and slowly walk down the hallway, the one that's way creepier than my house's. I walk, my hand trailing the wall's texture. Each step I take seems to make this hallway longer, and longer. My fingers find a gap, no wall to touch. I turn, finding a small room. I walk in, complete darkness. I step in, closer to where I thought a wall would be. I blink. The wall visible. It was a dim-lighted room, with candles about. Pictures of me, my family, my friends. I shake my head, and sit on the floor, curl up and try to fall asleep. Eventually, I do. I don't wake up until a long while later. I bolt up, and look down. It's my bed. It's my room. I smile, hoping silently these strange occurances would end. "Mom! Dad! Are you here!?" I call. Nothing. Maybe they're working, I guess. I climb out of my bed. My clothes, nothing changed. Good. I peek out of my room, and look out into the hallway. My dad's office light is on. "Dad?" I call, hoping for a response. Nothing. I huff, and walk out, to my dad's office. I walk in, and see something in his computer chair. "Huh, I guess your not in here.." I walk over to his chair, and look at his computer screen. It gathered dust, ha, like that'd ever happen in my world. I shrug, and look in the chair. Its a small doll, resembling my dad. And yet, it's still creepy. I keep the dad-doll in my hand and begin to walk downstairs, looking for my mom.  "Ma? Are you here? And where's dad?" I call, whilst looking hopelessly for her. I find something, a small little thing in her chair in the living room. It's another doll. A mom-doll. I huff, and look at the front door. Answers could be out there, I thought. I nodded, and put on my sneakers, grabbed a few scraps of food. And left. I walked, and walked. There's nothing. It's just a void of my sorrow. I look back to my house, and it seemed to fade away. I fell to my knees, and cried. All I could do at this point, was to cry. It seemed natural to do anyway. Evertything I loved seemed to dissolve. I cried until I couldn't cry anymore, and so, I curled up. And tried to sleep, trying to escape this relentless torture of this unrealistic reality.

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||[ Ðay Three ]|| 

I don't think I'm awake yet. It's dark.. I'm scared. Mom hasn't come into my room yet, so I think I'm sleeping.. I hope I am. The darkness is scary, but it's comforting.. I like it. But I want my mother and father, I want to hug them one more time. I want to love them like they love me. If I ever get the chance, I mean. I think I'm waking up now, it's getting lighter, I-