Twisted With Reality

Prologue -Origin Story?

Matt is a fairly pleasant man to look upon, with a personality to match. He didn't make waves and didn't do much to draw attention to himself, he considered himself to be an adverge man. Working a nine to five job that covers the bills, comfortbility was a state of mind.

We believe it was a Wednesday, he took his little Buick down to the post office to deliver and pick up postage. Susan was at the desk as always, waves him to the back of the office to go through the sorting room.   
  'Wait!'
  His head drew a blank and spun back around to look at Susan for a second time. She isn't the same, there is nothing we could see out right, but we knew she was not who she was yesterday.
'Jessie?'
  Her name tag must have been swapped with another and she didn't realize it. As she stares at him with a curious expression, he opens the room door and slips in.
  Not long, just as he expected she quietly comes in to the room herself, laying a hand on his shoulder. Spinning around Matt lifts the girl on to the sorting table, sudden and smoothly. She is quite pleased, kisses him upon his neck and begins to excitedly shake with arousment. It's almost like it's the first time, but we know it's been dozens, the energy was erratic. As he begins to hold her closer and bite down on her neck, Matt sees the flicker, not of light or darkness but of his own sight. Ignoring it he begins;
"Oh Susan, it's been a long week. I always look forward to our Wednesday hook up." He said tenderly in her ear, trying to get a feel for her with all his senses.
She grabs his hand to stop him, baffled he steps back and makes an intense moment of eye contact.
"What the Fuck did you just say?"
We are surprised, isn't this how it always is?
"What? Did I do something wrong?"
She bites her lips in frustration, her eyes begin to water, "I can't believe how insensitive you are! This is the anniversary of her death, and what you want to do is role play of her last moments??"
We are very confused, she looks the same as she always had, her name tag was laying on the floor. 'Jessie'
"But...."
"Get the fuck out! I don't want to see you ever again, we are through!"
Out of shock Matt instinctively vacates the post office, co-workers' and peers' stare follows him out the door, hearing the young lady sob uncontrollably as soon as he opened the door to flee.
  Stepping into the parking lot, 'we can't find our car!' The adrenaline from the current event sends Matt into anxiety, dropping his keys several times before finally pushing the alarm button. *beep beep*
'Wait, does a 1970's Buik have an automatic key?'....'These aren't my keys.'
We are frantic, pushing the alarm over and over. What we are looking at was not a Buik, but rather a Sentra.
'There isn't much time to think about this detail, patrol is pulling into the lot!'
  Matt climbs inside the car and speeds out the lot. 'When we get home there will be more time to think.'
Pulling back up to Matt's home he notices that the garage is open, and sitting untouched, was his Buik.
'What happened? Didn't I just drive that out? What is going on? Who's keys are these and how the hell did I even get them?'
To our horror we look down upon our self, "I am not even wearing the same clothes!!" 'Did I say that out loud? What is going on??'
  Matt jumps out and bounds towards the house door, jiggling the knob, but its locked! Gasping for air as we try to cope with the idea that a nightmare is unraveling before us! *Huff!* *Gasp* *wheeze*.......

"I am Chase! I am Chase! I am Chase!" Spinging from the bedside and standing in the full body mirror.
'This is me! I am back!'
Running his hands up and down himself, tugging hair to reassure he was really there, he was Chase. He knew who he was, this was reality.
'But this isn't my room!' Chase runs to the drive way, 'That's my car! But not the Buik!'
"I am at Matt's house!"

To be continued>>