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As I stared at the ceiling all over again I wondered how I hadn't fallen asleep yet. Exhausting rooms with dreaded decor and lifeless tension were always a mood killer. Everyone would get bored to death by something like that. I usually had trouble falling asleep, which made me wonder if that was why I had weird visions, sleepless nights were not amongst a rarity.
The thing was that I stayed awake because I usually had too much energy, I just couldn't calm my brain, but now I was dead tired. I was so tired, my eyelids were heavy weight on my eyes, but despite that and my internal boredom I couldn't fall asleep. I wasn't sure if I should call the doctor, as him for some sleeping pills, or just stay here and hope for sleep.
The longer I laid there the longer I got the urge to just get up and do something.
Was it much to ask for? Just a small walk, no harm done. Maybe it would tire me out enough so I could fall asleep. Though, I really shouldn’t.
“Don’t be ridiculous! You did great Phil! “
I flinched violently. As I looked around the ambulance room my eyes didn’t process any figure which could’ve said something like that. There was no doctor or nurse around and I neither could see Dan, Louise or any of people I knew. I would have ignored it (who knew how many Phils there was in this hospital, it was a common name) if it weren’t for the fact that the voice was dead on familiar. I felt as if I had heard that for years, like I was familiar with all the little quirks it had, all little sounds and huffs, but from where? From who? I didn’t know the person whose voice that was, but it was like a did know them.
“Next time, you’ll do even better! “
It was painfully familiar and without hesitation I rose from my bed. My moves were without a thought of what I was doing was dangerous. I was completely determined and I guess you could say my judgment was glossed and unclear, but my mind was clear of the visions so it was my stubbornness blocking my views on rationality. My legs were wobbly and a bit unstable from laying in bed for too long. I managed to quietly come to my hospital room door and peer through it thoughtfully.
“Hell- “
Something clogged in my throat as a figure of an extremely familiar-looking man stood before me. He didn’t seem to be aware of me, as if I was watching him as a character on a show. What terrified me more was the fact that he was transparent and lightly dimmed with light. If anything, the man seemed like a ghost.
Ghosts didn’t exist of course, there was only one explanation to this, I was not only having ‘visions’, I was also starting to hallucinate. I self-deprecatingly huffed a laugh under my breath. This was just perfect, I was mental, insane. I, the cheerful saint-like Lester was going insane by phantasms and visions. Everyone always praised me for being bright and innocent, but it turns out I’m n nothing but insane and tainted by whatever was happening in my head.
“Don’t fret Phil! You’ll get through! “
My heart almost stopped by the transparent man that re-animated himself and was speaking again. His voice was so clear wondered how I could be imagining this, but I was. I just had to ignore it, throw a blind eye, the last thing I wanted was everybody knowing I was dead on cokoo and crazy.
The man moved away from and started walking (as much as an illusion could walk at least) and my sudden urge to follow it took over. Later I would wonder why I had followed him but once again I was almost like under a trance.
“College applications are hard, I know, but if anyone can do it it’s you. “
He spoke again and I got a sudden feel of nostalgia, like something was pulling me in a whirl wind of old memories and I was weak to its attempts. I didn’t understand my own emotions and I doubted anyone would be able to, they were indescribable.
The guy turned around suddenly and smiled at me, or whatever was in front of him, whilst taking a step closer reaching out his hand. I took a step back and he put his hand on thin air, but it suspiciously looked like he was putting it on another person’s shoulder. His hair was moderately light but not too light so guessed he could have brown hair, a bit curled up on the ends.
“Ask Louise, she’ll tell you the same. “
My eyes widened comically, Louise? Who was this person I was imagining, why was he mentioning Louise?
The guy suddenly turned his head straight towards me and this time it felt like he was looking at me, not through me, and his face was no longer comforting but threatening. It twisted weirdly, his eyes became black and as chilly rose through my spine the figure blackened. I was could barely see it in the pitch-black halls of the hospital but the moonlight illuminated the figure well.
“Tick tock, goes the clock, click tock goes the key. Fate is locking rather quickly, catch up on your time before the deed Phil Lester. “
The charcoal figure vanished into the air like leaves getting blown away by the wind. My body entirely was frozen in fear, I wasn’t sure if I was breathing or not, if I was blinking, but my thought process was too quick for me to follow. It was jumbled, my memories were getting mixed together in a huge pot.
Another wave of fear washed over me, paranoia told me that the painful visions could be coming back and I really didn’t need to have doctors signing me into a mental hospital. So, in conclusion my body decided running for dear life back to my room was the only solution. I wasn’t a good runner so I almost tripped a few times, my breathing became erratic rapidly. I quickly concluded my muscles were too weak from a week of resting and as such weren’t a good reliable part of the body. My proneness to accidents made me extra careful to make sure I don’t crash in to some thing or someone. I had to admit I was rather close to hitting walls a few times but I managed to evade them without much complications.
The moment I saw the doors to my room I smiled in relief. It was the perfect escape to whatever that had been, my body was tired and my mind was feeling the pressure of on-coming visions. It was squashing the current thought process and as I took the door knob I felt my legs giving up from all the stress I had put on them.
I stumbled to my bed and fell on it, all my body weight hit the bed and I quickly covered myself with the blanket.
Suddenly my vision faded and I fell unconscious somewhere around 4 a.m., and when the doctors asked me in the morning why I was so tired I shrugged and mumbled:
“I just couldn’t sleep well. “