Don't talk to strangers
What if all we think is imaginary is the real deal? What if all that is considered normal by the masses is actually the abnormal? What if majority of us are the delusional ones and the minority of us are the realists? What if the real deal isn't the real deal?
What if I wasn't a schizophrenic?
Then, would he have left me alone? Would he have let me live my own life? Would he have let me finish my whole darn lifetime in Game of Thrones?
I wonder what would have happened.
"Run Rachael Quinn." I was still confused, seated on the floor, not able to distinguish reality from falsities. I was way in my head and no one was there to pull me from my tormenting thoughts. "I'll give you a ten second head start girlie - make it worthwhile." Nothing was coming to focus. I had to stand up; I knew I had to stand up but I had never felt so out of control of my own limbs. It was such a frustrating feeling.
"One..." He said and mysteriously, I was able to get to my feet and run.
"Two..." I was in the hall of mirrors, no corner showing that I was at the right corner. They all looked the same. All my warped reflections showed me a very frightened looking young girl.
"Three..." I fell, scraped my already scrapped knees on the rough ground. Darkness was all round, consuming the place - consuming me and I still had no idea what I was running from or why I was running from it. What is happening?
"Four, five, six, seven..." The voice was still very much clear I thought he was right next to me all the time. I was running around not sure if I was going in circles or making progressive strides. My body hurt but not as much as the fear slowly devouring me.
"Eight..." Mommy, daddy, I will haunt you for letting me go to a party when you knew quite well I wasn't right in the head.
"Nine..." Jesus, you've really abandoned me?
Start ~ 10th June 2016