Controlla (Mateo Bowles, psychotic?)

Chapter 29

Mateo POV

Sometimes, I wonder how different life would be if I hadn't killed myself. Like what if all thats going on is a lie and a figment of my imagination. What if I'm actually alive and in a coma but my brain is putting a story together so it will have something to do. What if I was alive this whole time. I mean I haven't gone to heaven or hell, and Fade and I are 'close'. What if all this isn't real?

"Nah." I said to myself. Its not like I'm finna wake up any moment to all my friends and family in a hospital up in Ypsi-

"Yes if he doesn't wake up in the next 72 hours we will turn off the life support," I heard a voice speak quietly.

WAIT HOLD ON A MINUTE! Did he just say-

hold up hold up hold up, hold up hold up hold up, hold up hold up hold up, hold up, SAY WHAATTTTTT
^I'm so lame 😭🤦🏽‍♀️

"Mateo, my poor baby." I heard my mother sigh.

What the actual fuck.

"Fade?" I called.

"Yesssssss," he entered with a evil grin on his face.

"Whats happening?" I questioned.

"You're so gullible Mateo. All this time you've been manipulated."

"What do you mean?" I asked confused.

"This isn't real. None of this is real." He paused. "When your father died, you became super depressed and tried to kill yourself. You've been in a coma for 6 months from a heroin overdose. Luckily they were able to save you. But they can't much longer," he chuckled.

"So all this life I've lived has been lies?!" I shouted.

"Yup. All of high school, your memories, the gang, nova, king, JI. And most importantly Kayla. They were all created by me." He laughed again.

"You bugging!" I yelled.

"Deadass." He stated.

"I need to wake up Fade how do I wake up?! I don't wanna die no more!" I shouted. I was confused as to how he made 6 months feel like 10 years. And why did he go through all this trouble to hurt me.

"I'm sorry Mateo you can't do that." He spoke.

"Yes the fuck I can," I shouted. I climbed out of whatever room I was in and followed the voices to find my hospital bed. I saw myself laying there in a gown. My skin was pale and my hair was coarse and untamed.

I looked psychotic.

"Don't you do it," I heard Fade say from behind me.

I jumped into my body but felt something yank me back by my hair. "I worked too damn hard to get back at your father! This will hurt your brother and your mother and the pain they felt will equal my family's pain."

"I will not die because of my father's decisions!" I shouted punching and beating Fade. He was extremely helpless I beat him until my lungs were tired from breathing. I beat him until I couldn't beat no more shit outta him. He laid there bruised and sore. "Pathetic," I spat.

I climbed into my body and wished for things to go back to normal. I was sick of this bullshit dream world.