The Night Before All Hollows Eve

Chapter 5: Realisation

"Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes power."

~The Joker
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This isn't happening! No, it can't be happening! My body didn't move at all, but shaking allot under my skin. The figure tilted it's head slightly by my unmoved body and it spoke in a deep and roughly voice, like a liquid was stuck in it's throat.

"This IS happening. Whether you want it to happen or want it to disappear. This is reality. Snap out of your dreams!"

My body was still glued to the spot. I wanted to run and scream for help, but my body suddenly gave in, and I fell to my knees. I wept for a second or two and looked up at the door. He was gone... but then I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I shuddered.

"Come on. Follow me." I looked up and met the eyes of the figure. For a moment, I thought I would be looking at my mother, but I saw him instead. His eyes bright and full of horror. His hair brown and all messed up. The shirt and pants he was wearing was partly ripped and stained, as if he was a homeless person, but he had the face of someone who is not. He spoke again, but this time he sounded more normal and in his 18's somewhere.

"You might not know this, but you are not living in reality anymore. You keep staying in your dreamworld."

I finally had the strength to stand up, but, still shaking by the horror I just saw, stepped a bit of a safe distance from him.

"What do you mean? Where's my house? More importantly, where's my mother?!" I shouted towards him, tears still falling from my cheeks.

"You really don't remember?" He made a small posture of care by lowering his head in disappointment.

"What do you mean by I don't remember? What should I know? I remember everything. My name is Jessica Heartcourt and I live with my mom. I have a cat named Elsa. My mother is Hanna Heartcourt, my father is James Heartcourt and he died when I was a baby. My friend is Randy and I was planning on going to a party tonight with him for Halloween. What else is there to remember?!" My face washed by tears now and my face red as ever.

He looked at me with begging eyes for me to remember, but he gave out a sigh and started explaining.

"Your name is not Jessica," my heart stopped for a second, and I fell to my knees again. He kept on explaining.

"Your mother and father passed away before you were a year old, you were raised up by a foster family, until you ran away. You don't have a cat named Elsa, you only have a photo of a white cat,"

My head is spinning for why this is all happening and how, and my body is in so much shock that I can't move an inch.

"Your name is Megan Copeman. You were, before you ran away, in a mental hospital for 3 years, for killing your brother." My fear overtook me and I looked at him in anger, pain and the need to find out how.

"How did he die?" I asked, not really wanting to hear the reply.

"You cut him up in pieces and threw him in your living room,"

This is too much for me to bear. My mind raced, finally stopping on the memory of the article. My brother, was that little boy? And more shocking, that scary house, was my house all of this time?

"But... how... how do you know all of this?" I asked in a trembling voice, my mind still on the thought that I killed my brother I cannot even remember.

"I am your only friend since then. My name is Eric. But you always call me Randy as if I am someone else."

"But I just want to know one thing please. Just to know if I am still dreaming or not... What's the date?"

"Well if you really want to know, it's the first of December,"

"Thank goodness. Looks like I am not so completely bonkers after all. Its atleast past Halloween now." Giving out a sigh of relief.

"2023." He said, while wishing he did not have to bring that up. My heart fell and suddenly everything went dark. Swirling around me was all the images of what was said to be my dreamworld.

"You were like this for five years Megan... you haven't made any realistic connection since..." I heard him say, but it muffled away.

Darkness takes my vision again and I feel hands catching me and lifting me up, but I was out.

What had happened all this time?......