“WAKE UP!”
He slammed his head up against the door multiple times. You didn’t understand what he meant. Then you thought hard and realized 'He thinks he’s dreaming. He’s trying to wake himself up. He’s making himself go mad’. You then waited a minute after he was done hitting his head. He grabbed a glass bottle and you found courage to run over and grab his wrist. His tired eyes connected with your ready ones. He then whispered a good five minutes of nonsense to himself and dropped the bottle in your hand. He sat down in the small desks chair. He put his hand on his head and began laughing. He also began crying quietly. He was at war with himself as far as you could tell. Then he clearly said
“I’ve lost my mind. I’m hallucinating about the one person who loved me. The person I got killed.”
You gave him a confused look. And said
“Lex you don’t think I’m real?”
His head shot up out of his hand and gave you the same look you had just given him. The he began his laughing and crying again. And said
“I can still hear you too. God, why can’t I WAKE UP!!!”
You stepped back a little afraid of what was gonna happen. Then gently said
“Lex, your not asleep your wide awake. I’m real. I’m right here your not hallucinating.”
He got up and walked toward you. He touched your face gently. Blood from the glass cuts on his hands left marks on your face. Tears came down your eyes seeing how bad he actually had hurt himself. You reached up and felt his wrist. He looked down at the floor then at you again then at the floor. Trying to see if you’d disappear. You grabbed his hand and held it. He stepped closer pulled away from your touch and fell to his knees. You held him like that. In your mind you knew something else was going on something he wasn’t gonna tell you