Pewdiecry: Dimensions

Going on a Trip

A/N: It is Emily's time to shine!

Felix's POV

I jolted awake and my eyes flew open, thankfully catching the sight of my bland, white ceiling. I felt sweat drip off my face and neck as I slowly sat up in my soft bed. Slightly panting from fright, I threw the messy covers off of my body and stood, flinching slightly as the cold hardwood flooring met my uncovered feet.

I soon grew accustomed to the glacial feeling on my toes and proceeded to my desk, being sure to dodge the many miscellaneous items that were strewn across the floor. I silently cursed myself for being so lazy and falling asleep in the middle of my cleaning that was cut out for me the other day, but was barely started a few hours ago.

Rolling my eyes and shrugging off the thought, I finally reached my desk and my hands instantly grabbed a pen, along with my special notebook. They quickly flipped to a new, clean page where I instantly started writing about my vivid dream, straining my mind to remember even the slightest detail. This dream was too important to not be written with such detail.

Once I sloppily scribbled down the last word from my memory, I dropped the black inked pen and held up my notebook with the new writing to the light, as if I didn't believe what I dreamt of. Every single word I read made my eyes widen a little each time, a feeling welling up inside my heart as well.

My dream...it was about me as an old man, around the age of eighty. Even without my notebook, I clearly remembered I lay in a hospital bed, looking out at the lively and beautiful landscape that the window granted me with the very slim, few minutes of life that I had left within me.

'It was silent, except for the heart monitor that seemed to slow down by the second, but with the silence came loneliness; agonizingly painful loneliness, not even the breathtaking scenery can ease the feeling.' I read with a deep frown, remembering what I thought in my dream.

My parents, in the vivid dream, had already passed and were long gone, and I had no lover, children, or friends, so there wasn't anyone to fill this overwhelming silence.

But, that wasn't what had caused a few tears to trickle down my cheeks and the frightful surprise that had awoken me. As my eyes slid shut and as I took my last breathe, regret passed through my mind; regret that snapped me right out of my not-so peaceful slumber.

All of my dream, it was the result of not following my dream; not fulfilling the hope to build a portal...

But, I didn't understand. How could something like that have such an impact on my life? Does it really matter that much that it will make me such a sad, lonely man? The thought made me shiver in fear at the future, but then a thought occurred to me.

So, if this was the outcome of not following my dreams, then...what was the outcome of fulfilling it? Does this mean that there was a possibility that I'll succeed? The mere thought of the only thing I really want in life, the thing that I've been studying about my life actually coming true made my heart pound with joy and caused a few tears of happiness to roll down my cheeks.

That unknown feeling from earlier spread throughout my entire body, but this time it was much stronger this time, so strong it was intoxicating and I finally knew what it was. It was determination. Sure, I've felt determination before as a child. I felt it whenever I had to finish a long test in five minutes, I felt it when I was I learning how to ride a bike, and I've also felt it when I wanted to make my friends sad faces smile. But never have I felt it this strong; it was as if my mind and view of the world was so hazy, and now I was seeing everything in a new light.

It sounded ridiculous- and trust me, I know what ridiculous sounds like- but that was the most accurate way I could describe how lively and strong I felt, the feeling gave me an edge and I loved it. I never wanted this overpowering emotion to disappear, but I knew it would have to sooner or later, so I had to do something before it vanishes for possibly forever.

Fearing that it'll leave any second, I hurriedly ran over to my closet and grabbed any pair of sneakers I could find and laced them up sloppily. I jumped to my feet and grabbed an old and worn satchel from my closet as well, slinging it over my shoulder and running around my room like a madman, shoving everything I needed into it. Once I was satisfied with my phone, my wallet, my blueprints, and etc. all packed away into the huge bag, I stopped and took a deep breath, trying to calm the adrenaline that thumped against my ears, but it was no use. The edgy feeling never left me, but in all honesty, I was sort of glad it never abandoned me.

Quickly collecting my thoughts and ignoring any trace of hesitation, I hopped down the stairs and jogged out the front door of my home, locking the door behind myself. Exhaling, I turned around and faced the lively and blooming front lawn of my home and the houses that were plotted across from my mine before beginning to run. Running all the way to the place that'll definitely be a help to me.

The junk yard.