Hello Neighbour, Beyond the Dream

Beyond the Dream.

     || Finding that Solution||

 I can't keep living like this. The past can't keep haunting me forever. I realise this.

Who knew it would've taken coming back HERE for me to piece it all together?

Too bad I hadn't come back sooner. Instead of NOW, When I'm here because I have nowhere else to go.

Hh--. Considering the look of the house across the street I Guess I should be relieved the old house is still standing. Amazing. A little stroke of luck.

Wonder what's gonna bomb from it?

------ I'm surprised how easily it all came to me actually. Well. Maybe all those years of being followed by the past just finally all came together for me.

That night I came back here. To where it had happened...

And I know now--What I should do.

What I Need to do to finally put the past behind me for good and move forwards.

I really hope it's not just another crazy idea.

I need to see Mr. Peterson again.

I need to meet him on equal ground and fix what happened all those years ago.

I've realised what I saw of him back then was probably distorted by my child mind. I didn't understand what was happening. Or why. I just wanted to have my friends back. It was all too complicated for just a kid who lives across the street to understand.

And what I did-- It's partly my fault what happened with me. For making those stupid decisions. But I didn't know what else to do. Neither did he.

So, if I'm going to get my life straight -- Ever. I need to clear up this thing with the past. It's the only thing left for me to try and do that I haven't done.

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For years, Nicky had kept a copy of the article confirming Mr. Peterson had been taken by the police. It had given him some slight comfort on nights when he woke from some terrible dream.

But he knew Theodore Peterson wasn't simply sentenced to jail and put there.

He was diagnosed insane and 'not suitable' for prison.

The law transferred him to the mental hospital.

And that's where Nicky stands now.

("Deep breaths, Nick, Deep breaths.")

I tell myself outside the entry doors.

I might've said I'd come to terms--and an understanding, with my past. But I'm still terrified.

("That's why we're doing this Nicky.")

I tell myself straight. And it's true. If I do this. I'll face my fears. And maybe, just maybe, I can finally stop feeling fears.

----° What am I going to say though? How am I going to do this? Is this Really the right thing to do? (We all know I've messed up before) Is he going to remember me? If he's insane maybe he won't. Maybe I'll have come here for nothing--- No. Even Then it'd have been worth it. If you go in there and he's just some crazy old man that Doesn't remember you-- Problems solved.

Nothing to fear. At all. Clear.

----- But what if he does remember me.

What if he's still angry that I'd got out.

What if he blames me for ruining his life.

What if he wants to kill me for showing my free-walking face before him when he's been stuck here and under restriction.