i am not alone

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
just a short story that i enjoyed writing. shoutout to everybody struggling with any form of mental health. let's spread love to all corner's of the earth. love y'all

Submitted: March 26, 2019

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Submitted: March 26, 2019



I am walking. Walking slowly but...walking. Through the corridors I am so very familiar with. The dark walls consuming me as I go step by step through the abyss of death. And I land up in the same dark, depthless room with my one companion. He stands in the same spot, staring out of the dusk-covered window in front of me. He is the only person I know or see. He is my soul-companion. My death incarnate. He is...


Alex. I am walking. This time through the corridors, not of an abandoned house, but those of a hospital. I am a lucid dreamer. I see the same dream everyday. The same Alex and the same house. But Alex doesn't know this. The beeps and the rings of the reception fade behind me as I enter the wards. The white light is blinding and the walls hide the screams of pain and desperation. I murmur a lifeless 'hello' to some of my colleagues. They ignore me. Nobody knows who I am. Nobody knows the real me or the terrors that I face every night. The terror of waiting for Alex to see me. The terror of waiting for the moment when he throws me out of the window and the peaceful moment of when I jerk awake. I only work here because my dead parents died with a dream. A dream of their daughter being successful, with a family and a safe home. Guess that all went down the drain.

The bottom of my stomach sinks like a rock in the ocean as I process the agenda of the day.

I am in charge of Alex. The boy from my dreams.

My palms are sweating as I enter the operation theatre, empty except for him. I flashback to that same moment. But I realise that it's just a dream. One that captures the essence of my fear.,

"Grace," He calls weakly to me.

"How do you know my name?" I ask

"Because I see you too," he whispers, "Thank you for seeing me."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't lie to me Grace, you see the dreams too."

"What of them?"

He stares at me for a while with those beautiful eyes of his. And I know, for the first time, that I am not alone. 

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