Wake Up, Reality's Calling

Chapter 4: Outcome

There may be some strong language present.

Great job, Vic. You are such an idiot. What happened to 'not gonna get drugged' huh? Could you seriously not resist? I thought pissed to myself, as my vision became more and more disoriented.

I finally opened the door to the restroom, and entered. I found myself holding the sink in a steady grip. I let myself drown in the darkness that covered my eyes.

1... 2... 3... 4... 5...

I counted the deep breaths, and then slowly opened my eyes. The blurriness was gone. But, something was different. I could feel it.

After splashing some water in my face to remind myself that this was actually happening, I decided to walk back to the mystery guy, who I still didn't know the name of.

As soon as the door opened, I noticed that I viewed things differently. As I saw a woman working behind the counter, something flashed by. Another part of her. Was it just my imagination?

I shrugged it off, but it stayed in my mind like glue stays on your hands even after washing them. I continued walking towards the table, while looking around, seeing these faint versions of people floating around their double.

"I see the pill has started working." He said, waking me up from my daze.

"What the hell is happening?" I asked quietly for the first time, confused.

"You see those faint versions of some people, right?" He said in a demonstrational tone.

"Yeah... what are they?" I was still hopelessly hoping for him to give me actual answers. Maybe this time?

"Those are visions of their hidden self. Once you've learned how to control it, you'll be able to see their future self as well." He revealed. Holy shit, he gave me an answer to my question. Maybe now he'll finally tell me his damn name.

He started laughing. Wait... did I say that out loud? Oooh crap.

"Yeah, just a little bit" He said - still laughing, and answering what I thought was my thoughts. "My name... you really want to know it that badly, huh?"

"Well, I mean, you know more about me than just my name, so yeah, it would be nice." I said, trying to sound confident.

He looked like he was thinking it over. "...Rye." He said, refusing to look me in the eye for the first time. Was he embarrassed?

"Rye." I said, tasting the new word. I like it, it suits him somehow.

"So... back to the visions." He started, "If you look in the file once again, I think you will have an easier time understanding it now."

I opened the file, and saw photos of me staring back. I saw the warnings written on the side of the photos of my older self. 'Outcome 1: moves back with Aunt Claire.' 'Outcome 2: joins, but becomes obsessed.' 'Outcome 3: suicide.'

The 3 photos were me, in different stages. The first one being me without a job, or money for that matter, and having to move back with my Aunt. The second one being me walking with a camera, in a dark hoodie. The third one was different from the others. It was darker, with a gloomy atmosphere surrounding it, I was absent from the photo, but I could still clearly feel that I had infact, taken my own life.