Torn between Dreams and Reality

Chapter 20

A week passed like a breeze.

It wasn't eventless though, but I didn't let myself get bothered by the objects the were moved every now and then.

I simply sat on my bed with my knees tucked to my chest, staring at the wall in front of me. Conrad came by a few times, offering me his support and a few kind words that I could cling on when he wasn't around.

School seemed like the most unimportant things at that point as the administration kept calling me ask why I kept skipping it lately. I informed them that I had health issues that I was dealing with which, for me, wasn't a lie since mental health is just as important as physical one.

I moved my gaze towards the clipboard above my desk on which the two tickets were hanging, impatience washing over me like a tidal wave. I took a deep breath in as I shrank on my bed, letting it make squeaking noises as I adjusted myself and lay down, letting the dreams trap me inside their blissful horrors.

"Take these, they're for you."

I was in a void full of darkness and stars, just falling, falling and falling.

I had nothing to hold on to but at the same time, I didn't want to stop this everlasting drop. I could see something up there, from where I started to descend. I tried to reach for it but it was too far away from me as I moved farther.

The hand that reached out to it was tangled in a ribbon; soft and smooth, just like the rest that wrapped my body loosely. I felt like I was losing something, something big, something that I should have held tightly and now it was gone.

Then my back hit the ground; a little platform that only had the space for my body to lie on. And I heard laughter.

The same laughter I heard at the hospital, same one that I heard every time something broke. A child's laughter as if he enjoyed being naughty and breaking stuff. It felt familiar, but. . . unknown at the same time.

I stood up straight, feeling something beneath my bare feet as I looked down. Different kinds of flowers of all shapes and colours were spread underneath me. They were all crushed now, mostly from when I fell on them.

Feeling of guilt took over me as if it were an army and I was a land guilt had conquered and I didn't even know why.

I heard an eerie voice whisper to me, like a threat meant for me to take seriously:

ou have your desire
And we have ours,
If you surrender yourself to us
Then we will give you what you always wanted
A chance of hope, A chance of Happiness
But if you oppose your dreams,
Then we will scheme
And shall tire you in your Dreams
And ultimately our wish shall reign..."

I woke up to the knock on the door, sitting up to find myself covered with dried petals. I dusted them off, straightening my clothes as I walked downstairs to open the door.

"I found it," were the first words I heard through out the day as Conrad strode into the house.

"Found what?" I asked as I closed the door and walked after him into the living room.

"The carnival. There is actually a freaking carnival taking place as the date said. It's a little far from here but we'll make it on car. Let's just hope the tickets are valid, especially in the condition they're in."