Don't Give Up On Me

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I was dreaming, I think I was driving then I picked up my phone to answer Dianna's call. I can't remember the conversation though. I heard a loud horn and it woke me. I look up to the ceiling. I see the fan moving slowly, I feel like something is different. I look at the time; it was 5:45 am. There's nothing wrong with the time, except that I have class at 9, what a bummer. I sit up on my bed and look around, and then I realize this isn't my room. Crap, was I drunk? My head does hurt. I tried to find my phone but it was missing. I found somebody's phone and I immediately dial Dianna's number. Man I hope she's awake.

"Hello?" thank god she's awake

"Hey it's Matt, I don't know where am I. Do you know what happened last night?"

"Is this a joke?" she sounds pissed, I mean sure it's really early in the morning, but seriously relax.

"What? Of course not. I seriously don't know where I am. Can you—" and she hangs up on me. This is ridiculous.

I walk out of that room. What a relieve at least I'm still in the dormitory, I went to the elevator and press level 4. I went to my room and who am I kidding it wasn't lock. At this point I'm pretty sure I was drunk last night. I sat on my desk chair and open my laptop. I can't go back to sleep; I'll just play some COD while waiting till class starts. After half an hour of COD I heard someone opening my door slowly, for some reason I didn't turn around immediately.

"Matt?" I know that voice, its Dianna's but it sounds like she's been crying all night. Anyway so as I turn around I say,

"Yeah? Oh btw I was in somebody's room upstairs not that you care anyway" I kid you not her face was flaming red, and she definitely was crying all night.

"What are you doing here?" this time she was being all defensive, which makes me confused even more.

"What do you mean? I found my way back. How drunk was I last night?"

"You can't be in here!"

"Okay now I think you're drunk" I got up and walk up to her. And she backed away, her face was confused, upset, mad there were just so many emotions. "Dianna, are you okay? You look terrible"

"I don't know you, and you're not supposed to be in here." She went up to my desk and took my laptop "I was just going to take Matt's laptop and locking the door" she wrapped her arms around my laptop tight

"You mean my— "I then saw my own reflection through the laptop, it wasn't me. I open my closet in a hurry to see my self in the mirror.

"Hey you can't just open somebody's closet" she snapped at me.

This can't be. It's not possible. Is it just my eyes playing tricks on me? What is happening? I must be dreaming. I turn myself facing her "Slap me, really hard as hard as you can"

"Okay dude, you're crazy and you need to get out"

"Just do it Dianna, for god sake just slap me"

"Okay you have to stop saying my name, it's creeping me out I don't know you"

"Dianna just slap—"and she slapped me, without even letting me to finish my sentence. And for the fact that I have time to think about this can only mean one thing. This is not a dream. "Shit, I'm sorry. I'll be out of your way"

I rushed out of my room and to the elevator. I went back to the room that I was in earlier. Nobody was there. What is happening to me? I sit on the bedside trying to think.

"Hey there you are! You were gone when I came earlier, which mean only one thing. You don't know what the hell is happening right now."

This man with a white coat came out of nowhere and saying all these stuff. I didn't even hear him coming in. He's damn right, I don't know what the hell is happening right now.