Erasing Reality

The drugs have begun to coarse through her veins, her mind numbing to the clutter that had just been her reality, thoughts ceasing to form as the drugs settle in. They roll her over to the glass doors that look upon the garden, allowing her to remain there as she returns to the familiar state of unawareness. Still, as the drugs do what they were meant to do, she can see his face clear as day in her mind. They say she dreamt him up, that she had created him from her desire to break free of Lucky Spencer, but she couldn't see how she could create such perfection. Such vivid, beautiful, perfection.

The deep blue of his eyes, how captivating they are to her, drowning her in the beautiful abyss that lay behind those orbs. His crooked smirk that played at his lips whenever she was able to amuse him. The addictive feeling of his lips upon hers when he's slow and sensual, gentle yet firm, requesting yet demanding. There's no way that she could have dreamt all of it, could she? How can someone like her even possibly create such a beautiful creature, an epitome of true love. How could he not be real?

Like clockwork, as the sun set behind the horizon, the nurse wheels her back to her room to call it a night. The orderlies carry her onto the bed where she's given another dosage of sedatives to keep her well into the night. They ask the same questions, gauging where her mental state rests before they turn out the lights and leave her to her deep drug induced slumber. Its in the deep recess of her mind that she truly remembers the man she had loved so profusely. The man they are adamant doesn't exist. The man who, whether real or not, has taken claim to her ever beating heart.

"Here, let me help you with that." a voice catches her off-guard, causing her to nearly drop all that rested in her arms. "Whoa, its okay, I got you."

"Sorry, I didn't see you there." she voices with gratitude as the man takes half her load from her hands. "Thanks for the help."

"No problem." he says as he opens the door to the diner for her. "I don't mind, really."

"You can just set those down there." she instructs him as she sets her stuff down on the table. "I have so much to do to get this place ready for tonight."

"Special night?"

"You can say that." she smiles softly. "Its my eighteenth birthday."

"And you're planning it yourself?"

"Trust me, if I leave it to my friends, it'll be beyond excessive." she shakes her head. "No, its better this way."

"Sometimes excessive can be fun."

"You don't know my friends." she laughs softly. "Anyway, you can get going, I'd hate to keep you."

"I can stay and help, if you want." he counters with a slight smile. "I don't mind being kept."

"Something tells me you don't say that all too often." she comments as she moves to stand in front of him. "I'm practically a stranger."

"Jason Morgan." he voices before holding out his hand to her.

"I know who you are." she laughs softly before taking his hand in hers. "Elizabeth Webber."

"I know." he counters, chuckling at the surprise in her eyes. "You're friends with my sister."

"Ah, of course." she shakes her head before letting go of his hand. "Emily."

"See. Not strangers."

"Okay, then, Jason." she rolls her eyes playfully before meeting his gaze. "I'd love the help."

Morning brought with it another dosage of drugs before she's rolled into group therapy. She doesn't say a word, as per usual, throughout the entire hour before she's rolled into the dining hall for breakfast. Like every morning since her family brought her here, she has stared at all their faces, wondering just how many of them actually belong there. Was this a rehabilitation center or was it a lock-up for disobedient children? The same bland breakfast is placed down in front of her as she endures yet another day confined to that wheelchair. All the while, she wonders to herself if this will always be her life? Will she always be stuck in that chair? Will she always be drugged out of her mind? Will they erase any trace of the beautiful blue eyed man from her memories? Most importantly, was he even real to begin with?

R/R. Enjoy. Thanks.