Why The Sun Sets Red

Chapter (8) REVERIE

(if i go I'm going - gregory alan isakov)

I woke up the next morning.. I can’t remember much of the day before , but I can hear my mom calling me for breakfast… was that a dream!?
I’m glad I woke up anyway what a nightmare..
As I looked in the mirror something was different.. Very Different ..that was not my reflection.
It was familiar I knew that person but that’s not me, for some reason that didn’t bother me and I didn’t give it too much attention, washed my face and went down the stairs.
The stairs kept going and going and going..it has never been that long to reach downstairs, the more steps I take the darker it gets and the narrower the stairs get till I finally made it to the end of it.
That’s not my house,
I know it though.
I know this place ..
I don’t like it here,
I’ve been running away from it for so long but I guess it’s time.
After you finish the stairs you walk in a narrow corridor with dimmed lights and chandeliers at its end is a fancy wooden door leading inside.
The ceilings were extremely high. I guess that’s the root of it all..
There was strong light outside, the sun was clearly shining brightly , but the large stained glass windows didn’t let much in..
The furniture was extraordinary , grand and glamorous all the chairs and couches were velvet, either emerald green or burgundy , the two colours didn’t go well together but the peculiarity of it certainly caught the eye.
A large deep brown piano present at the center of the scene and a notebook placed next to it with unfinished songs in it
A table a little distance from the piano has multiple books, all with bookmarks in them but none finished, another notebook placed beside them with many many unfinished stories.
Even the walls were coloured with different colours , yet all dark.
Everything in the room shows that whoever built it never managed to finish anything and lost track half way through.. don’t we all though?
A quiet sobbing is heard from a corner of the room where a desk is placed a candle on the corner of it and a man sitting at the chair infront of It hiding his face with his hands and crying.
Kate: Sir, are you alright?
The man lifted his head up and looked towards her in surprise,
He was a man at his forties ,had long light brown hair and a beard, his eyes were bright blue, slightly red now from all the crying, he was wearing a dark suit a shiny black pair of oxfords and a hat, a small watch was dangling from his right pocket.
The man: oh sweet child.. I’m so sorry I had to call you over, it’s not your job after all it’s mine, but I have failed.. I have failed you I’m sorry (he cries once more and hides his face away)
Kate: I don’t understand what’s wrong what happened and why am I here?
The man tried to keep himself together, he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, wiped his eyes and put it back he stood up facing her, bowed and introduced himself.
The man: my lady, I’m Jonathan your mind’s keeper, I’ve been in duty for 19 years now since you were born and never once have I failed you… but .. but..(he tries to hide the cracking in his voice) ehm… recently things were getting out of control and I have failed you… all the thoughts and ideas I’ve kept them in check, but all of a sudden they all decided to start a riot and it was way above my league.
Kate: I see.. well it has been a mess in my head for a while, it’s not your fault it’s mine, so what can I do ?
Jonathan: There are Four main identities that make up who you are, they used to stay at a mirror of your reality and alternate roles depending on the circumstances.. but lately the mirror disappeared and now they all show up at the same time and they’re messing with the equilibrium.
I will guide you.