He stumbled out of the hospital. It was like he was in a trance. Or a dream. No, like he was in a nightmare. It was like he was caught in the eye of the storm and he didn't know how to get out. He was spinning around and around in a tornado. He didn't know how to get out. He didn't know how to wake up.
But he knew he was awake.
It wasn't a trance. It wasn't a nightmare. It was a storm. It was real life.
He realized that he'd rather this be a nightmare, and he be asleep. At least then he could wake up and have everything be okay again. But this nightmare? He was living it. No, no. This had to be a dream. This could not be real. This was a dream.
"Wake up. Wake up, wake up, wake up," He repeated to himself.
No one noticed him as he stumbled along the halls of the hospital. In his vision the lights dimmed and everything seemed to blur. He shook his head, trying to get the fog to clear from his eyes. It didn't clear.
Wake up, Sam. Wake up.
His hand traced the hospital walls as he stumbled his way. His head whipped around frantically, looking for a way out. He could only wake up if he got out. He needed to get out. His eyes landed on the elevator. He tripped as he ran towards the elevator. He pushed himself out of the arms of the woman who had caught him.
Wake up.
He fell into the elevator, faintly feeling a throbbing in his skull from slamming into the wall. He shook his head and forced himself to press the elevator closed. He ignored the way his hand shook like there was an inner earthquake inside of him. There might as well have been. He leaned his head backward against the wall of the elevator, trying to get himself to wake up. He squeezed his eyes shut.
Wake up, Sam.
When the elevator let out a ding. He could go. He could wake up. He drew in one last shaky breath and let it go. With his eyes squeezed shut, he stepped out. He kept his eyes closed as the busy people streamed past him into the elevator he had just broken down in.
When he opened his eyes again, he began to cry.
He had woken up. But the nightmare had followed him.
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Fanfictionbook two Meet Ariana Brooks, one year after Sam Wilkinson. She's doing great. She's still the same jaw droppingly beautiful girl. She's still the same girl with the fiery brown eyes, the confident smile, and that sharp tongue. She got into a car acc...
