Master Control

A new world

My mother took care of me every day. She never gave up hope, even when the doctors said I might not wake up. We moved to a new place after the incident because the doctors said that they couldn't keep me in the hospital anymore. My mom started working at a grocery store to take care of us.

But even with her constant care, I felt something strange. It was like a feeling that something wasn't quite right, even though I couldn't figure out what it was.

Then, when my mom told me about what happened while I was in a coma, I started to wonder if it was all just a dream. It seemed crazy, but the memories felt so real.

And then I realized something even weirder: I couldn't use the invisible screen anymore, like I could in the dream. It made me wonder if maybe it really was all just a dream.

The following night, I found it impossible to sleep. Tossing and turning, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered from the strange dream-or whatever it was. The next day, I mustered enough strength to walk a little, so my mom decided to take me on a tour of the neighborhood. It was a pleasant outing, but what struck me most was how happy my mom seemed.

Later, my mom showed me a grand school nearby, expressing her desire to enroll me there. I understood then why she had insisted I wear my formal dress that day. With summer coming to an end, admissions were opening up, and she was determined to secure my enrollment. Despite my attempts to delay, she had already scheduled a meeting with the principal, who happened to be her best friend. Resigned, I followed her into the imposing school building.

As we approached the principal's office, a woman waiting outside caught sight of my mother and exclaimed, "Jenny!" They embraced warmly, and the woman, apparently the principal, noticed me behind my mother. "You finally woke up!" she exclaimed with surprise, and I couldn't help but smile in response.

she ushered us into the principal's office.  The woman who greeted us turned out to be the principal she took her seat, she seemed far more casual than I had expected. She and my mother delved into neighborhood gossip, momentarily forgetting about me. Eventually, my mother soon brought up the reason for our visit, expressing her desire for me to enroll in the school.

The principal readily agreed but mentioned that I would need to take an admission test first. My mother expressed concern, explaining that I had just awoken from a coma and might not be able to handle the test. However, the principal assured her that it wouldn't be too difficult. She even hinted that my score might not be crucial, and if, by chance, I performed well, I might even secure a scholarship.

Feeling sidelined in the conversation, I couldn't help but feel a bit awkward. Despite being present the entire time, no one had consulted me about anything. Eventually, we bid farewell to the principal and left the office.

After that we went to a nearby store to buy new clothes for me and books to prepare for the admission test. My mother seemed unusually excited about shopping with me, and we returned home with our arms laden with shopping bags. Once home, my mother busied herself with making dinner while urging me to start preparing for the admission test. I felt too exhausted from all the walking to focus on studying, but my mother insisted that I needed to score well to secure a scholarship.

Although her lecture lasted for about 20 minutes, I didn't feel annoyed. In fact, I welcomed her guidance and realized how much I missed her lectures.

As I reluctantly opened the books to study, I quickly realized that understanding the material was akin to deciphering a new language. It dawned on me that relying solely on the invisible screen for all my previous tests had left me ill-prepared for the challenges ahead.

As I lay in bed that night, grappling with the realization that my reliance on the invisible screen had left me ill-prepared for the challenges ahead, a thought struck me: what if it had all been just a dream? Even if I had studied diligently without relying on the invisible screen, wouldn't the outcome be the same?

Recalling the words of the invisible screen predicting my demise at the hands of Kenny Trace, only to be killed by Henry in the end, I couldn't shake the feeling of surrealism. As these thoughts swirled in my mind, I drifted into an uneasy sleep.

When I awoke, I had a very painful headache. I looked around and found myself back in the same bed where Henry had supposedly killed me. Confusion overwhelmed me as I questioned whether I had returned to the dream world or if my time living with my mother had been the dream. Unable to discern which reality to believe, I checked my head for signs of the gunshot wound, only to find nothing.

Determined to find answers, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, where I expected to find my mother. Relief washed over me as I spotted her there, but my relief quickly turned to bewilderment when she reacted with shock and confusion upon seeing me.

"Who are you? How did you get into my house?" she exclaimed. First, I taught it was just a joke so i just asked her "Why are you shouting mother, don't you remember me?"

"Why are you calling me mother? I don't have a son," she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for doubt. Stunned, I wondered if she was playing some kind of cruel joke, but the look in her eyes told me otherwise.

Desperate for answers, I pleaded with her to remember me, but she remained adamant. With a heavy heart, I realized that something was terribly wrong. Could Henry be behind this?

"If you don't step out of my house right now, I am going to call the cops" she said. I pondered the thought briefly before deciding that I needed to leave, at least temporarily, until I find what had happened to her.