Lunatic, Strange

Chapter 5

They found me on the blind side of the police station. No trace of anything, not even a spec. Jim had come back from a crime scene and found me. I had no pulse. The ambulance arrived in two minutes. Thankfully I was revived with a shock. Now I'm at the hospital and I'm waiting for a blood test. Then the doctor walks in.

"Well it looks like you will be fine. They drugged you with some kind of LSD and roofline that made your heart stop. But somehow they made it to where you could be revived easily. This guy must have been a specialist. But why would he keep you half alive?" He said.

"Thank you doctor I'm just glad to be alive. But do you know what day it is?" I said with a smile.

He looks at his paper, "It's Wednesday,"

He left the room. In my head I could still remember my dream it was the weirdest thing that ever happened to me. Starting to break down in tears I covered my face with the scratchy blanket. What really scared me about my dream is I saw my parents. They were standing in the distance, then they were engulfed by the fog. Then that's when the old man with wings came. I needed to get my mind off of things, but I didn't know how.

Pillows and blankets surrounded me, it was a cold night. I urged myself to fall asleep. But I couldn't bring my mind to calm down and get some rest. It must have been around midnight before I got tired. Every muscle was relaxing and I was ready to fall asleep and be gone from the memories of the pain, that happened to me. Sleep was the only escape.

"Jane, are you awake?" I heard a voice but my eyes were still closed. I wanted the person to go away and leave me to my sleep.

"Jane I need to talk to you,"

Finally I woke up but the light was blinding. I looked up to see it was Bill.

"Bill what do you want?" I mumbled in a low tone.

"Jane I'm so sorry I left you, -to go by yourself in that forsaken house."

"It's alright go back to bed get some sleep. We'll talk when I get enough sleep."

Turning back to my pillow I buried my face in it. I could hear Bill walk over to a chair and plop down. The distress in his voice was real. It pained him, he probably thought it was his fault. But then I felt my mind slip away into the dream state. The old man returned, I was afraid of him.

"Jane you need to remember," the man's voice echoed through the fog surrounding me.

"Where are you old man? What do you want?" my voice echoed also.

"Remember the past." it sounded like my fathers voice.

"Wait don't go! Don't leave me, I don't know what to do!"

"It will all come in time." The voiced joined together.

Everything was silent. Frantically I woke up, Bill was shaking me. I must have been yelling because he kept telling me to wake up. But I so badly wanted to find out what the dream meant and I thought about it for a while. How would I not notice him yelling at me? Bill was holding onto me tight like he couldn't let go.

"Bill when will I be able to go home?" I questioned.

"Today if they think you are stable, but I don't know you were yelling at the top of your lungs in your sleep."

"I promise I'm okay. But this old man with black wing came to me in my dream and told me to remember. But what, I don't know."

"That's peculiar." He replied.

The doctor came in and said I was free to go. Everything looked great and I was healing quickly. All of the drugs should be out of my system by Friday. But I should take it easy for the next few days. Bill drove me home, but something felt off. Something felt very wrong. I couldn't figure it out why had I have this overcoming cense of false intentions.