Controlla (Mateo Bowles, psychotic?)

Chapter 38

Mateo POV

"Kayla!" I shouted and ran to her. Her body flopped onto the floor as I approached her. She had been floating in the air as if something was holding her up by her neck.

"Kayla," I cried again holding her head in my hands. Her eyes stayed closed and I could feel her breathing.

A tear ran down my cheek and feel onto her cheek. "I'm so sorry Kayla. I won't let em get away with this."

I stood up, and looked around the room. It was dark and we were under a dim light in the middle of the room. I saw a figure, rushing around the room, that seemed to be looking for something.

I walked closer and began to hear it mumbling words as it continued to search without noticing me. "Excuse me-"

"Oh my- don't come any closer! Who are you?!" She screamed whipping her head around.

I stared at her briefly. I recognized the face, slightly. Her cheekbones and dimples. The even brown skin and perfect teeth. She looked like a younger version of Kayla. Wait.

"Adria?"

"How do you know my name? Who are you?" She shouted once again.

"Its really you? Wait, how? What's the date?" I began rambling.

"Who are you and why are you in my house?!" She yelled louder.

"You might not remember me," I paused breathing hard. "Its me, Mateo. Its Tator."

"What the fu-"

"No just hear me out-"

"No you're a fucking creep in my room!" she cut me off.

"Can I try to prove it to you," I asked.

"I'm listening," she frowned.

"Your mom, and I, we were close friends. Very close. And, and I was there when you were like 4 or 5. We were best friends."

"So you're a creep and a pedophile?" She remarked. Attitude. Just like her mom.

"No Adria, just tell me where your mom is," I pleaded.

"My mom died when I was five. Or I think so. She went missing and has been gone since."

"What?" My face screamed fear. I stared at the floor trying to understand what was going on. "What year is it?" I asked after a few seconds passed.

"Its 2027?" She stated confused. "Are you drunk?" She asked a few seconds later.

"I feel like it. None of this makes sense. I mean your mom was just right there-" I turned around and I was surrounded by a teenage girl's room. Covered in black and white with a hint of red here and there.

"What are you talking about?" Adria questioned.

I stared at the spot that I held Kayla for the last time with gape. There's no way this is real, I mean hell I don't know what is real anymore.

"How old are you," I asked turning back to face Adria.

"Too young," she remarked.

"Age please I don't want you in that way." I replied.

"15." She responded.

"What?" I whispered to myself. Its been 10 more years. It took me 10 years to walk over here? I don't know whats going on.

"Do you know what happened to my mom?" Adria asked.

"Barely."