APOV
I zoned back into my world. The strangest thing had just happened. I had seen what my mom was up to. But it was sunny in that dream, not dark like the night that was covering over me now. I'd been having these dreams more frequently than I needed. But the weird thing was that what I dreamt; we usually did the next day. This bugged me because I didn't like not being easily surprised anymore. My dad was never home, and because of these weird dreams, I knew he was cheating on my mom. Mom was the most important person in my life right now. I had a hard time making friends because I was pretty sure they thought I was weird. I mean I didn't try to be different, I just was.
This most recent dream was quite bizarre compared to what my other dreams were about. In this one, I saw a man with blond hair slung back into a ponytail. As I examined his features, I determined that he really needed to shave. He appeared to be attacking a girl around my age and height with short spiky black hair. At least this wasn't going to be me. Seeing as I have very long wavy black hair and I'd never seen that dirty room. I felt sorry for that girl that was going to be attacked and hoped she'd be alright. I pulled myself out of bed and went to my closet to find my school stuff. I kept pulling and pulling but I couldn't seem to find the right outfit. Eventually I gave up and put on my favorite jeans and my favorite tie-dye singlet shirt and picked up my bag to go down for breakfast.
Mom was already gone by the time I got there. She was never gone before I was up. I raced to the nearest clock and realized I was running late and had to skip breakfast. Whenever I slept in, mom usually woke me up. I ran up to mom's room and she was definitely gone, so I wondered why she had left so suddenly. I snatched my keys up from the bench and raced outside, only stopping to lock the door behind me, before slipping into my car and speeding off to school.
I was waiting at the lights when it hit me. I zoned off into another world and saw a car crash just about to happen in the exact spot I was in right now in at least 30 seconds. When I zoned back to the real world, I saw that the light was now green and a row of angry cars behind me were tooting which distracted me, making me accidently slip my foot onto the gas way too hard than I should of. I ended up driving into the back of a blue convertible. I slipped back out of consciousness as my forehead wacked the steering wheel. The last thing I remember was a loud horn noise coming from somewhere and people crowding around my car shouting "IS SHE OKAY?!"
As I slowly came back into consciousness, I could hear the noises of machines and the low chatter of people outside a door. When I was truly back into my normal state of mind, I looked around the room to find I was hooked up to several machines and the people outside my door were a couple of doctors. I tried to focus on what they were being all hush-hush about but they noticed my wakening and came into the room. This wasn't good because as the doctors came in, I zoned out into another of my weird dreams. This time I saw a vision of myself with an old male, approximately 60, with a large beer gut, hacking away my hair as I screamed at the sight of my long locks dropping to the ground. I zoned back in with the doctors looking at me in confusion and even shock when I came back a moment later. One of the doctors ran out of the room in search of another doctor probably and the other two doctors checking all the machines to see if my dream moment had affected any of the data on the machines. A few minutes later, the first doctor came back with a man who looked very high-class. The high-class man walked over to my bed and grabbed one of those little light things doctors have and shone it into my eyes. He did a regular check-up on me. I then zoned back out to a vision of a tall handsome blond male with another tall bronze-haired male, laughing about something. When I zoned back in, the high-class man started asking questions. It scared me a fair bit, but I answered them the best I could. He nodded towards me and left the room, signaling for the other doctors to leave with him.
"Alice dear," I heard my nurse say. I kept pretending I was asleep, as I didn't want to talk to this nurse. I already knew what she was planning on saying. She shook me. A failed attempt to "wake" me up. "Alice. The psychiatrist is here to give you his diagnosis." I didn't want to know. Maybe I was a crazy person. Maybe every time I zoned off, I was really going on a crazy killing spree and I somehow managed to wake up just a moment afterwards. But I rolled over anyway, giving him the chance to tell me that I was somehow crazy. "Alice, I have some unfortunate news. After hours of research, I have come to the conclusion that you have schizophrenia and I have to admit you to the Asylum down the street for further research," The psychiatrist said. This was the reason I hadn't wanted to roll over to hear what this pathetic psychiatrist had to say. I knew I wasn't crazy, but that wasn't what everyone else seemed to think. He signaled to a doctor to come in and unhook me from all the machines. Once I was machine-less, the useless psychiatrist took me out to his nuthouse car and placed me in the backseat. I sat in solemn silence and sulked. I knew I was probably never going to see my family again, not that I ever saw them anyway, and I also knew that some crazy old fat man was most likely about to abuse my head.
The van came to a stop and I started saying my goodbyes to my hair. I peered out the tiny window in the ridiculously small back area to the van and to my frustration, it definitely was a hairdresser. I groaned as I saw that fat man that was about to destroy my hair before they chuck me in the nuthouse. The van doors opened and the creepy psychiatrist smiled at me in a really creepy way, so I inched backwards, closer to the front of the car, and in an instant I was behind the wheel, turning the keys in the ignition and driving away with the nuthouse van at full speed.
