I am in the car, banging my fist against the joystick.
Jerk. Fool. Damn it. Eric.
An achingly familiar male's face flashed aross my mind, with vividly bright sea-blue eyes containing mirth most of the times, with a perfect nose and lips.
"Come on, Eric!"
"Jess!"
The dialogues hammered against my mind so much that I screamed, seizing a handful of my own hair. I drove out of the parking lot at the highest speed, the flashes of images and snatches of dialogues in my mind blurring the line between reality and daydream. I couldn't control my driving, nor my imagination.
I drive.
Drive.
And crash.
CRASH.
I bang my head against the car window, which shatters, and the car is lopsided, almost hanging down. Blood rushes to my face, and everything is dark.
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FantasyEric is a clumsy English geek, so-called the nerd of his cohort, a socially inept person. He goes on with his life quite well, until he starts having odd dreams when he is awake, not even sleeping, and they seem so real. But when he wake up, he can'...
