Nothing Like Us [1D/JB Fan Fiction] (Under Editing)

*Chapter Sixteen: A Plastic Santa The Doctor and Insane

It was Christmas time, so when I walked into Dr. Sykes office the next day, I wasn't surprised to see the plastic Santa greeting me at the doorway. It seemed to say, "Alex? I thought you weren't mentally insane anymore." I shivered. God, that Santa was creepy. It stares into your soul. I had barely survived the walk through the hospital lobby. I was still shaken up when I was called into the familiar room that was the office of Dr. Sykes. It was something that I never thought I'd see again. The large window overlooking buildings, the palm tree in the corner, and the large couch where I had laid down a countless number of times, all of it was still there, untouched. It was like I had never left.

My eyes went to the man who almost helped me.

Dr. Sykes was young for a doctor. He was about twenty-six, with thick brown hair and dark brown eyes that were understanding and caring. I knew that he had meant well and I knew that I had thought that I was cured until that point in time, but I felt like he had failed me. He had promised that I wouldn't have that nightmare again. He broke it. I could tell by the look on his face, he was shocked and confused. I was too. I awkwardly sat down on the couch and didn't even bother with greetings. That dream had harshed my mellow. I liked my mellow. "Why did I have it? Did something trigger it?"

Sykes looked at me and sighed, running his hand through his hair. "I don't know."

"Well, you should know!" I snapped. "You're the doctor!" My voice got louder. I was doing it again. I was getting out of control. I couldn't help it. I was never cured... Tears welled up in my eyes. "You promised," I said, much softer than before. "You...you promised..." I whispered, more so talking to not only Dr. Sykes, but my parents.

"I know, I did." he sighed. "And I really did believe that you wouldn't have the dream anymore... I just...I don't know what happened, Alex." He really did seem confused, just as I was. I didn't know why I had the nightmare. It seemed that, as soon as I felt safe with Kyle...

"Kyle," I gasped. It couldn't have been him. But still... He almost made me feel like when...

"What?" Sykes looked at me.

"My boyfriend," I said. "I was lying down with him and I snuggled and I felt...safe." I felt my cheeks heat up when I said that. "But I don't know how that could..." I trailed off, because I knew exactly how it could trigger it.

"We both know you know exactly how that could trigger that dream." He took out his very familiar beat-up notepad. "What else were you thinking?"

"I was imagining that he wasn't famous him and that he was...normal." It was starting to make so much sense.

"This is starting to make so much sense," he mumbled, scribbling something down in his notepad. I knew what was coming. "Okay, Alex. I'm going to ask you to lie down and close your eyes." I obeyed and did as he told me. I took deep, renewing breaths until I fell into a deep sleep.

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He was there. I was there. We were both there, together. Out of all my memories, I dreaded this on the most. It was the night he took everything away from me. "Open your eyes." I heard his familiar voice from behind me. I couldn't do anything. It was a memory, and in this memory, I was still in love with him. His hands were removed from my face and I gasped involuntarily. I had already seen this, but I hadn't in this memory. It was the garden. I saw the familiar rainbow of beautiful colored roses and lilacs, the weeping willow and the bench below it. I turned to him and smiled. "It's beautiful." He picked me up and spun me around, causing everything but his piercing green eyes and his warm smile to be blurry. He set me down and led me over to the bench. I wanted to scream. I wanted him to let go of my hand. I wanted to run away, to prevent everything.