Visions (Oliver Sykes)

This is a call to arms.

I've been stuck in that place for a while now. The only thing I could see beside the blinding white everywhere was my reflection in a mirror. And I hated that. Mostly because I looked pathetic. My too big eyes seemed empty, my skin too pale. I was also struggling with staying on my feet. Even with all of this, I didn't feel weaker than I normally felt. Just perhaps a little more alone. But I wasn't sure of anything anymore. If this was a dream, it was lasting way longer than the rest of the time. And if it wasn't a dream, then it meant I was losing my mind. That was a sadly beautiful idea to me.

I had a headache too. One that I couldn't seem to get rid of. And it was slowly spreading to my entire body. As if it was stiffening itself.

It was one of the most horrible things I had ever had to live, because, eventually, my glance would stare at the mirror, stare at my empty reflection.

I probably deserved it. I mean, I had done plenty of awful things in my life, I won't deny that. But I honestly wondered what caused me to be here. Everything happens for a reason, doesn't it? I guess I have yet to find it. It could perhaps be because I'm selfish, and don't want to be attached to anybody. It'd show me what it means to truly be alone.

Suddenly I heard someone scream. I couln't quite recognize the voice, but I was sure to have already heard it somewhere, vaguely.

"Oliver!"

And then everything happened in a millisecond. It was like my body came to life all over again, I blinked then my eyes shot open and were blinded by a shining light. I was hearing a lot of noise, such as people talking and screaming, cars rolling and braking, music playing, but I still couldn't see where I was.

"C'mon, get up!"

I tried to do as I was told, but my legs were shaking, my knees felt weak and I wasn't sure if I could stay up. Until everything came back to me. What happened to the bar, my need to finally feel relieved. I remembered the sad look on the wolf's face when I heard a howl, how desperate it seemed. It shocked me how hopeless the howl sounded. Maybe it was all in my head, but it still felt quite real.

The world around me darkened up and I saw I was standing in the middle of the road, cars struggling not to hit me. Someone somehow came and pulled me with them. I couldn't believe it. Time really felt slower during those last minutes, or maybe seconds. We fell on the sidewalk and I looked at the person next to me. Matt. The voice I heard was his, I was now sure of that, but what was he doing here?

"Oli..." He whispered.

"Yes?"

"Why did you do that? What happened? You can't leave us."

I couldn't tell him that, sometimes, I didn't want to live anymore. But I couldn't lie to him either. It would be too unfair. He risked his life for me.

"Let's get you something to drink."

We got up and Matt led the way to the bar. The same one I was just getting out of. Great.

We sat at a table and he looked me dead in the eyes.

"Lee told me about your little walk last night and how you didn't sleep much. He told me how worried he was when he heard you shout in your sleep, how troubled you seemed. I'm sorry I didn't notice earlier, but I really want to help you, Oli."

"I don't think you can, Matt. There are some things that can't be solved by anyone, including myself." I answered flatly.

"I know what it's like to feel invisible, almost useless. Trust me, I do. But it's no excuse for wanting to leave everything you've ever had forever. I know it's cliché, but you have a lot of things to live, and you shouldn't cut your life short. Or ever want to, for the matter."