Nothing Feels Real Anymore [Mystery Skulls-Ghost fanfic]

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Redo

Ever felt like no one listens to you or sees something you can see clearly? The mind is a weird subject. How do these thoughts work? How can we remember things? It creates monsters and ghosts, dreams and conclusions. The mind is different, it can torture us, help us, saddened us, and even make us laugh.

Define mind

mind

[ mīnd ]

noun

the element of a thing that enables them to be aware of the world and their experiences, to think, and to feel; the faculty of consciousness and thought.

How are we aware of the world and time? They say that time is an illusion created by the mind on account of everything happening at once. The mind knew that if time didn't exist, we would lose ourselves. But this isn't the point.

Okay, now we have that out of the way, let's go on to my point.

Nothing is Real.

It is all an dream. An illusion.

We are floating in an endless void of nothingness, dreaming. Dreaming about this life.

There is simply nothing....

....

....

....

Guess what?

....

This isn't real.

.....

"Hello Miss Robin, are you ready for your checkup?"

I lift my cold face up to find an elderly man in grey scrubs looking down at me. I fake smile and nod.

I don't want to go. They're going to give me it again.

I turn to glare at Dad, a blonde man with thick eyebrows and a small goatee. He smiles and nods as if he was saying, 'it'll be fine.'

The doctor, Adam Leroy, led me to a patient room. The room had two chairs and one of the bed-thingys with that annoying paper placed on it. The walls were bland and white, only a small picture frame hung next to door. He motioned me to have a seat on one of the chairs.

"So, how are you feeling?" he clicks his pen.

I shrug, "Okay, I guess. Lots of headaches though."

He scribbles something down. "On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain."

"Three."

"Okay. Now, your sixteen right?"

I nod.

"You driving?"

I nod again. "Dad and Amy say I'm really good."

Dr. Leroy sighs sadly. I gaze at him.

"Robin, is she still around?"

"Yeah, I saw Amy this morning, why?"

He writes another thing down. Why does he care about Amy, my best friend? He shakes his head.

"Never mind that...But about your driving...I can't let you drive on the road until you are better, m'kay? We don't want you to get hurt, you are a responsible young lady, I know you don't text and drive, or drink and things. But I need you to break driving for a little while." He puts a hand on my shoulder. I groan softly. "I am going to talk with your father, the nurse will be with you shortly. There was a knock at the door. The nurse was here.

The doctor departed and the nurse held out a needle.

"No! I don't! I don't want it!" I shout, backing into the wall. They try to help me get better with pain. These shots are horrible, they say they work, but I don't feel anything different. I sink down into a ball. My arms curl around my knees, my mint green bangs cover my watery eyes. "I need help is here!" the lady called and two men stormed into the room. They wore white scrubs. One man had thick black curly hair and brown eyes. The other possessed broad shoulders, chocolate colored skin and a shaved head.

"Please no!" they hold me down as I feel a sharp pain in my arm.

They release me, and I feel myself shaking.

"There, there," the blonde nurse says calmly. "it wasn't that bad." she places a small pink bandage over the puncture. "Shall I take you to your father now?"

I sniff and nod. She takes my hand and leads me out into the waiting room. I see Dad and he motions me to sit down and he talks with the doctor.

I try to figure out what they're whispering.

She needs to make real friends, maybe move her to this private school on this side of town.

He hands my dad a piece of paper. I squint through my wide framed glasses. I can't see what it says.

About Amy...You need to tell her....

She's

Not

Real.

welp, here's the redo. lewisbab will come soon, loves!