Where's My Love Story?

Decisions

I waddled my way to my bed and sat down. I slowly laid down and looked up. I saw my ceiling, white and plain. Still the same way it was before. Only now it served as a reminder of what my life is like now. Empty and alone. I have neighbors, friends and colleagues but what good are they if I only see them for about 4 hours a week?

I rolled over unto my stomach and closed my eyes. I was just waiting for the pain meds to kick in. I know they're working because rolling over didn't make me scream my head off. Now I just gotta wait for the drowsiness to take over.

"Gun rack, ball cap. Don't take no crap."

And there's that text tone I wasn't hoping to hear. I opened my eyes and looked over at my nightstand. My phone wasn't there. Now wait a minute. I always put it there. Where could it be? Dammit, I gotta look for my phone now??

I rolled over and say up. Sitting on the edge of my bed I looked over to my dresser. I couldn't see my phone there.

"Fuuuuuuuck." I realized where it is. On the table back back in the kitchen. Dammit. I don't wanna walk back to get it.

I look down the hallway and hear the dreadful text tone again. I think I'll just tell her I fell asleep and didn't hear it. Yea, that works right. I mean, it's not like I'm avoiding her. I just can't deal with her complaining today.

Ok ok, since you're dying to know. It's not an ex-girlfriend, nor a one night stand. Her name is Jamie and she's from Texas. Lives here in Delcon and she is my best friend. But she likes to complain a lot.

We all know someone like that. Someone that complains about how they can't go with their parents to Italy this summer or about how they're too young to drive their Mercedes. Boo hoo bitch. I mean, shut up and appreciate what you got. For fuck's sake, I don't even have a car and you have 3 of the most expensive ones in the world.

As soon as I started to stand up I felt pressure in my head. It didn't hurt but I couldn't tell where I was for a second. I can't stand up. Dammit. It must be the pain meds. They said it was strong but I didn't think it was this bad. I looked up to try to let it pass.

"Aw shit."

I kinda just fell back and landed in my bed. I was out immediately. Just black. Blissful, painless blackness of nothing. Sweet dreams reader

"Hello old friend." said an all too familiar voice.

"Dammit! I thought this was it! You couldn't wait till the next chapter to start this dream??" I looked around to see I was standing, but I couldn't exactly make out where I was.

"I don't know what you're talking about. You might have taken a few too many pain pills." The voice said again. "Then again, you've always been a bit of a rebel, haven't you?"

"You have no idea who I am! You never knew who I was!!"

I had snapped. I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't take being so nice and being so happy! Before you judge me now, think about yourself. Hm, reader? Have you ever snapped? Lost your temper? Just think about it.

"Do you know if they're actually listening? What makes you think you're in a book?" The counselor asked me. After what seemed like an eternity, I faced her and answered.

"What the hell would you know about being watched and read about?? I've spent my life under a microscope by therapists and psychiatrists like you! Being read about and judged right from the start!"

I could feel my hands getting hotter and my vision starting to get blurry. Not good. Not good. I gotta calm down. This is not good.

The counselor could see it. I was losing control.

"You need to calm down now. You're going to hurt someone."

Just as she said that, Scarlet appeared next to me.

"Would you want to hurt me? After what seemed like a great friendship being started?"

Her sweet voice felt like ice on a hot skillet. I looked at her and she smiled. Smiled! Now?! At a time like this???

I turned away and started to leave but as I looked away I saw that I was in a white room. With nothing in it but a couch and a desk.

"Why am I here??" I asked. Hoping to hear an answer. I looked back to Scarlet only to find myself alone in the room. I fractionally looked around for a door or window, something to get me out Of this room!

"I need to leave! I have to get out of here! I can't be here again!" I yelled to no one. No one seemed to hear me and I was only yelling to myself. "Scarlet?! Ms. Graceson??"

I wasn't expecting to hear a response but as soon as I took a step towards the couch I fell. I fell through the floor. As if I wasn't there in the first place. I was falling now! Into blackness and nothingness!

"HELP!!"