Eddie's Alterego I

"It Was Just Another Dream", She said

A half lit Marlboro Red was in my mouth as I walked down the train tracks. Each breath I huffed was coated with the taste of tar and the smell of burning alcohol. It was as bright as the clear summer skies with little birds chirping. The people on the adjacent platform looked at me with pure anxiousness. I would blame myself for this attention-seeking behavior, but it was not all of me that was interested in walking down the train tracks in broad daylight.

The next thing I knew, I was running on the sidewalk, dodging everything and every person that I came across. I could hear a voice calling me out again and again and I had convinced myself that it was somewhere from the back of my head. This echoed voice that was leading me through this newly introduced city was exercising control over me and taking over me, physically and mentally until I was the inferior one.

My hands and feet were trembling and I couldn't get myself up and out from the dirt when I fell into it. I could hear myself being mocked by the passing crowd. The voice grew stronger into my head, planting its roots deep inside me, making me lose sight of everything pulling me down. It had me and there was seemingly nothing I could about this. The cigarette was still in my mouth and I was frantically breathing in out of it's butt and back out from my nose. I couldn't ash my cigarette while having another vision of me meeting this same person out somewhere on a rainy night. He wore a long trench coat and was covered from head to toe. I recognized his voice in an instant but never got to look at him.

I noticed a shimmering light diverging into a small corridor leading to a staircase. I was able to look around to realize that I was standing inside a train. The metal doors were rusted while the glasses of windows laid shattered on the floor. The ringing of my phone broke the silence and it was him again asking me to hold my place. As soon as he hung up, I could see his persona on the wall near the staircase. His footsteps were heavy and he was in the same attire as the night I met him. I never saw his face. He walked closer and closer until he walked right into me, becoming a part of me.

I woke up to find Her laying next to me. "It Was Just Another Dream", She said.

"Was it?", I asked myself as I saw a man in his trench coat standing in Our hallway.