Outsider - On Hold

Chapter 1: heart in the clouds, head in reality

Chapter 1: heart in the clouds, head in reality

These strange, but gloriously happy, dreams had been going on for about 3 weeks now and I hadn't told a soul. My dreams were not normal, and I knew that, but didn't want to tell anyone encase they stopped me from having them. I knew it wasn't just me that experienced these strange, abnormal mind tricks. The people I met in there were real people. Some told me about their lives, where they live, their jobs, their families, and even though these people knew they were in a dream, they treated it like normal life. Maybe it was real life for them. The thing is I couldn't understand why people in real life didn't know about what we experienced. I mean, there are millions of people that live in the dream as outsiders, so why has nobody told anyone in the real world about it? Do they believe people will think they're crazy, mad, and insane? What about if all of us outsiders told, then they would have to believe us, wouldn't they? But still, people outside my heaven are oblivious, and that's probably how I preferred it.

It was a Saturday so as soon as I got up I logged onto to facebook, knowing that there would be no notifications waiting for me. I didn't care much because Friends weren't my thing. I kept to myself, knowing I would never fit in, and others kids stayed away. It wasn't that people didn't try to be friends with me, they did, but I just wasn't interested. I was far too busy with other stuff. Anyway, I wasn't on facebook for friends. I typed in two words into the search engine, and then looked down a list of names and faces until I found him: Ed Dorlington, with his glowing olive skin and gleaming blue eyes. I added him as my friend and listed him under the title 'Outsiders' on my friend list. A total of 10 people were listed there; the other lists were of people I knew from school, but weren't friends with. Another advantage of not having any friends was that nobody asked you what outsiders meant.
My friend request was accepted within minutes and I was now 'officially' friends with the boy I had spent watching the sunset with in my fantasy world last night. This was a strange world.

I got dressed after that, scraped my long hair back into a pony tail and ventured downstairs for breakfast. My mum was already on it, and It looked like we were having pancakes today... Yep, definitely pancakes. Even though we didn't have much money, she still fed me like a princess.
"Hey Darling, how many?"
"Four, and don't hold up on the syrup!" I said as I gave her a hug from behind. She smiled in my direction and then retrieved the syrup from the top cupboard.
"No problem" My mum was great. She was the only thing that was keeping me here. If it wasn't for her I'd have left already, embarking on some big adventure that would take me to all kinds of places. But, as long as she was here, it was me and her against the world, and I wouldn't prefer it any other way. Ever since I started having my dreams I wanted to tell mum everything, but I knew she would get worried and want to take me to a specialist or something, so I kept it secret. It was my only secret from her. She sat down and handed me my pancakes. I grinned at them and then at her.
"Syrup" she said, remembering. She leant back on her chair and grabbed it just before her chair toppled over backwards. Now that would have been funny. "Now don't say I never do anything for you"
"I never do" I said, spewing thick, sticky syrup all over my sweet smelling breakfast.
Ever since my dreams started people have been acting weird towards me, like I'm not really there. They do talk, but through me, not at me, but not mum. She's the same loving, caring, beautiful lady I've always known. I had a panic attack about 2 weeks ago though because the hospital called me telling me mum had been in a car accident, but that I shouldn't worry because she was going to be fine. She was, obviously, but I kept asking myself what if? What if she had died and I had to live by myself, with no parents, no friends, and no one that cared for me? What if I had been in the car with her and I died instead? Mum wouldn't be able to get over it. Thankfully, none of those things happened and we were still together.