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4th Sep 2014 at 9:13 PM
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Controlled by Dreams
So, here's a story I was writing a while ago and got bored of. Yes, the grammar and spelling isn't perfect, but I never bothered to check over it. So, without further ado, the Prologue!I sat in the waiting room, squirming. I felt like taking a nap, but taking a nap means nightmares. And nightmares mean crazy. But I'm not crazy. At least I don't think I am.
But, if I'm not crazy, how come I'm here? Waiting for a psychiatrist to tell me how crazy I am? It wasn't my choice to come here. No. I would like to run way from this place, away from the psychiatrist, away from everyone, so I can be me. Without worrying about nightmares. That'll be nice.
I yawn and close my eyes sleepily. No, no, no, Andy, don't go asleep. Sleep is bad. But, in the end, sleep always catches me. Always.
A neat-looking psychiatrist opens the door slightly, and looks at me. "Hello." she says, smiling, "I think you're my patient." I nod, unsure. I'm the only one here, so I must be, musn't I? But...wouldn't she ask me my name to find out? I get up slowly, as I try to read her name tag. Alice, I think. Alice. What a nice name.
She leads me into a spotless, white room, and gestures me to sit on a comfy-looking white chair. I flop myself down on it, sighing. It looks comfy, but it isn't. I squirm, and I look down on the floor. "What's your name?" Alice asks me.
I look at her, and gulp. "Andrea. Andrea Wilson. But everyone calls me Andy."
Alice smiles. "Well, Andy, do you know why you're here?" That makes me think. Why am I here? Am I crazy? Am I sane?
"No, I..I don't. I really, in truly don't."
That's the truth.
Alice nods. "Ah, yes, I thought so. Well, I will find out if you're sane or not. But you seem sane, Andy."
I grin. She does? Alice thinks I'm sane? Wait...what if she's being sarcastic? Making fun of me? I stop smiling, and I frown instead.
"What's wrong?" asks Alice, looking concerned. "Is something bothering you?"
I shake my head, embrassed, Alice seems so nice. She wouldn't lie. But....I only knew her for five minutes. I can't be sure.
Alice nods. She picks up a pen, and a clipboard. The clipboard is full of empty lined pages. She's ready to write about me. Oh no.
"So, Andy, tell me everything. From the start. The very start."
I nod. She wants me to tell her eveerything. Why I'm like this. I can't blame here.
"Well...I guess it started when I wrote an artical about dreams in the towns newspaper..."
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