ILLUSIONS
When you have been seeing things, feeling things, and hearing things that aren't real, how would you react? Ignore the feelings? Go crazy? Commit suicide? Nothing is impossible. Coincidences do not exist. Every thing and everyone has a purpose. Even if that purpose is not always for good.
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"Have your symptoms...decreased in strength, increased in any way, or perhaps just, oh I don't know, stayed the same?"
Her voice is dripping with boredom. She doesn't even look me in the eye, she only stares at her notepad with a purple pen in her hand.
"They've only gotten worse..." I try to explain.
She starts with her routine questions:
"How's your sleep? And your diet?"
And I answer with my routine answer.
"I haven't slept for ages. I can't eat. They don't stop. No matter how much medication I'm on, or how much I talk with people."
Don't forget the other, secondary routine questions.
"Have you tried-"
That's enough. I can't TAKE IT anymore. I am not an attention seeker, but I'd like to be acknowledged as something other than useless.
"I've tried everything! Nothing works. They keep coming, worse every time. They seem so real. I can't tell what's reality and a- a- a figment of my imagination."
"Just describe these hallucinations that you've been having one more time for me."
Really? We've been through this so many times that you ought to have memorized my whole speech word-for-word by now.
"They're like daydreams. Except that they are only alternate versions of real life through my vision. During these daydreams, I can touch, smell, feel, taste, see, hear, learn. They are filled with horror and terror and they only get worse with time."
The woman mumbles to herself "Story is consistent, yet still unbelievable."
"What?"
Shocked, she hurriedly responds "Oh, sorry. Spoke out loud. Just talking to myself. No worries."
I see her smirk evilly.
Wait, what?
"Well, that's enough for this appointment. I suggest you try your best to sleep and eat. Perhaps isolation at your home will give you some peace and quiet. My secretary will help you schedule the next appointment. I hope to see you... very soon."
Another devious smile appears on her face with suspicious blue eyes to match.
"Okay. I doubt anything will get any better though."
She escorts me out of the room and into her secretary's office.
"Mai Reynolds, is it? I should really know your name by now," Ms.Chase chuckles, "How is next Thursday at, let's say, 1:15?"
"Sure. Any day, month, time, or year is fine with me. It's not like I have anything to do."
Ms. Chase doesn't catch my joke and continues on speaking, "Okay, Thursday it is! We'll see you then!"
Before I close the door, Ms. Chase murmers so quietly, that I barely hear her, "If you survive that long."
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Isolation? Will do.
Once I drive home, I lock my door, close the shades, and search my cabinets for something to eat. Nothing grabs my attention, so I shuffle my feet while I walk to my bedroom and into the bathroom. I do my business, flush, and turn on the faucet. Squirting some soap out of the bottle, I lather up my cold hands in the warm water. While I do so, I stare at my flaws in the mirror.
Too many freckles. And what are those? Is that a rash? Oh my god, not another zit. My lips are so dry. I think I'm getting wrinkles...
Sighing, I close my eyes and think about how I would look like if I were perfect. Yes...Perfection. I open my eyes and realize that nothing changed.
But the image in front if me had changed. There was now a shady figure in the doorway. I stood there shocked, confused, and scared.
It's just a hallucination. But how would I wake up from it?
I glance at the faucet and turn it on again. Closing my eyes, I splash the water on my face. But it was warmer than before. It smelled different. It tasted metallic.
Weird.
I open my eyes and see red. Bright, vivid red. Blood was flowing freely down the faucet, and it was on my hands, dripping from my face. I stare into the mirror and scream. It was everywhere.
But there's no shady figure. This is just a dream, too. This is only reasonable in dreams.
I stumble backwards, and breathe in and out.
In and out. In and out. Breathe. Calm. Peace.
But no. I can't just calm down.
Just sit down and think. This must be a vision. I have to try and wake up from it.
By now, the blood was overflowing the sink and splattering on the floor.
A voice could be heard behind me. "Hello."
It was strangely familiar.
"Your appointment was moved up to today."
"Wha-"
"Just describe these hallucinations that you've been having one more time for me."
"Wait so you're-"
"Oh wait, I forgot. They're like daydreams."
"How would you-"
"It really is sweet that you dream about me. I really am touched."
"How did you get in here?"
"Too bad they're not dreams."
I turn around to face the voice, but all I am met with are blue eyes and a evil smile.
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Hey guys, I'm back! Hopefully I'll be writing more! My bestie Alex inspired me to write some more after I read her newest book 'Finding His Cinderella'! Make sure to check out her profile @Bookie1626 and read her books! :) I hope to see you... very soon.
-Sarah
