Lost In A Dream

Everything is a lie

It was starting to get dark out, real dark. For some reason almost every lamp post on the street wasn't working. Again, this felt like a horror movie. I felt like I was being watched. But every time I looked behind me, I was greeted with nothing. Stacey didn't live far away from me, just a few blocks down the street. I got a phone call from a unknown number. I decided not to answer it because I was so done with all the bull crap I was dealing with I didn't want to hear more. As soon as I declined it though I got the same call again. Ugh what the hell, I answered the phone and said "Stop calling me!" and hung up before the person could even say anything. I wasn't in the mood to hear who it was.

I was almost to Stacey's house. Her house was on a very good street, and the people on her street were always making sure nothing bad was happening in the area so it was a safe street, I would love to live on it. I finally get to the street were she lived on, and as soon as I went around the corner to see her house. It wasn't there..."what the hell?" I thought to myself in own confusion. The houses right next to her house were still there, but her house was all but nothing now. Just land. I was shocked, confused, worried. It's like her house just took off and went somewhere else! I couldn't comprehend everything that was happening. I fell to my knees once again and prayed that all this would end...then I remembered the last time that happened, he came...

"Hello, my friend." The creepy guy placed a hand on my shoulder. His hand was very cold. So cold in fact it hurt my shoulder. I twitched away from him, and looked at his face. It was all black though, and he had a hood on. In fact his whole body was just darkness. He literally had no color on him.

"Oh, my god. Really, who are you please just tell me." I said desperately trying to figure out.

"He chuckled and said, did you not hear me earlier? I said I was you. I'm your conscious. I am like your mentor, I'm just trying to help you realize that your precious girlfriend Stacey, isn't alive anymore. She was at one point, but now she's all but dust to the wind. Let go of her, because your still living in the past. It's not healthy for you." He said.

"Wait is this guy really my conscious?" I thought...I still don't believe him.

"I think it's time you wake up Drew, I'm tired of having you live in the past. It's time you wake up, and face reality. You need to know what really happened." The man said.

Before I could even speak he snapped his fingers, and that's when I woke up in a hospital bed. I'm not sure if it was a actual hospital or a mental hospital. I was unsure, but what I did know was I wasn't happy to be here. The doctor came by my door and said...

"Nick, your awake now are you? Glad to see your finally up! You love taking your long naps don't you? Well rise and shine, I'll be in there in a few minutes to give you your daily pills." The doc said.

"Oh fuck no, what is going on?" I was so scared and I was starting to have a panic attack. I decided to take some deep breaths, I looked around the room. Stone walls covered my surroundings, and my bed was so cold. I only had one blanket. I sat up, and went over to the door to try and look out. The window was just a square window, big enough only to look out with your head. I looked through the window and I saw a person banging on the window across from my door. The person was banging on the window and crying, and screaming. The windows were sound proof but I felt like I could almost here her.

I turned away from the window, and just started to cry myself. "How did everything go from a perfect birthday with my girlfriend, to waking up in a mental asylum?" I said to myself as I cried. I was just to the point were I wanted to rip my hair out of my hair. Than someone knocked on my door, I got up and looked out the door. It was my doctor, along with one of the staff. They opened my door and approached me.

"Nick it is finally good to see you awake! All you do is sleep. Are you still having those hallucinations of Stacey? Like do you keep thinking of her and seeing her? Or not as much anymore?" The doctor said.

"Listen, tell me why the fuck I'm here right now, I'm not sure what kind of game you guys are playing with my mind but I don't belong here. Today is my birth..." I was cut off by the other person.

"Nick, you need to stop living in the past! We here this story every time this happens, I've lost count now but I remember when you were first admitted here to the Asylum of Peace. A few days after your birthday you couldn't take the death of your girlfriend anymore, you couldn't bear the fact that you lit her house on fire by accident when you knocked over a candle in her room. You couldn't accept the fact that you killed her, so you made up Drew to use him as a escape. He was your second identity you would use to make your life seem perfect, and to runaway from the real life struggles you were facing at the time. That's why we took you in, because we wanted to help you. We knew you needed actual help, but this still happens all the time! You need to understand that you, Nick, not Drew. But you Nick, you killed your girlfriend on your birthday, in 2016." The warden said.

I looked down at ground, not wanting to believe the words I heard from him. Am I really crazy? No...these guys are just trying to make me think I'm crazy. "Listen, I'm not sure what bullshit you guys are trying to feed me, but I'm leaving here. Now." I said as I was starting to build up rage.

"I really want to help you Nick, I really do. But you need to help yourself by coming to your senses and just understanding you killed your girlfriend by accident, on your birthday. You couldn't save her, the fire grew quickly. You couldn't live with yourself knowing you left her inside while the house was overgrown with flames. I truly am sorry once again for your loss. But please understand you are not Drew. You are Nick, your girlfriend Stacey, is dead. As for your mother, she is very ill right now, and she isn't doing very good."

I was speechless, but beyond all that. I felt like a part of me died. The part of me that was dead, was Drew. This isn't a dream, I thought to myself. I was just in a dream, the dream I was in, was my other personality, Drew. It makes sense, all of it. When I went to her house, it was burnt down. The guy with the black mask, really was my conscious, trying to help me see reality, not what I wanted to see and believe. Wow, am I really crazy? I thought to myself...

"We came to give you your daily pills Nick, please take them. Will let you out soon so you can go walk around and see some daylight." The Warden said.

"Alright, I'll take the pills" I said with a soft sigh following.

"Good, well Nick if you have any more questions feel free to ask. It seems every time this happens you ask questions, but than it all restarts and you start to live in the past again. This really needs to stop soon, again come to your senses. We're here to help, we really are." Said the warden once again.

I took the pills, and than drank some water, and sat down on my bed. They left after I took the pills, and once again I was alone, only to be with my thoughts. "Who am I?" I honestly didn't even know what to think. I loved Stacey with all my heart, it doesn't make any sense that if I accidentally knocked over a candle, and lit her house on fire that I wouldn't save her. Unless the flames really did grow quickly and she was trapped on the other side of the flames. I honestly didn't know what to believe, myself, or the warden.