Hallucinations Hold True

Hallucinations Hold True

By: illsalvo98

I sit in this desolate room. No lights, no sounds my mind starts to race I can’t stop it. I keep hallucinating and just thinking the worst. The scary thing is that I’m in my own room. It’s three-thirty in the morning then all of a sudden I feel calm then wake up to an alarm at six.

In relief I stand and start my day. My nightlife I guess you could say is very, very interesting… No, no I’m in utter pain and misery to find I was dreaming the happy morning to see a figure standing there; head tilted and said it was all just a dream.

This story ends by the narrator being fulfilled of his worst thought of which was to be killed by this menacing figure. It was tragic but it also was one the only ways to escape it, which was to face it.