PoV Timmy
You know that weird feeling you get after you wake up somewhere you didn't fall asleep? Yeah, I know it, too. I fell asleep in the hospital, Doc Williams injecting something into my arm, and woke up in my house, Cosmo and Wanda floating above me. Cosmo looked like he was a ghost. He was fading, but he was smiling.
"Wake up, Timmy," he said, and he was gone.
"Ignore him, Timmy, ignore him," Wanda said, her form solid. "Do you want a wish? Do you want to go to Fairy World?"
"No," I said, sitting up and pulling my knees to my chest. "I'd like to wake up, please."
"You can't do that, you're not ready."
I nodded and got out of my bed. I walked to the kitchen, and began to say hello to my parents when I noticed only their clothes were in their chairs. I sat between them and ate my cereal, quietly munching on my frosted wheat's. I put the bowl in the sink when something fell on my arm. It was a piece of paint from the ceiling. I looked up to see the cracks expand; opening upon the ceiling, spindly spider legs of fissures. I walked into the garden in my pajama pants and t-shirt, and saw the sky was a putrid shade of grey, the sun shining like a bare light bulb. The cracks appeared in the sky, starting at the sun and stretching all around. I walked to the front yard, and walked out into the street.
I turned and walked down into to center of town, but the world seemed to be fading and disintegrating, little pieces at a time fluttering into the air. Then, there was nothing but white. I could feel the ground beneath my feet, but everything was white, blindingly so. When the world began to take shape again, I was standing back in front of my house. I sighed and walked back in, seeing the house falling to bits, paint and wood and mortar falling to the ground.
Wanda stood at the foot of the stairs, her body stretched and grotesque. Her skin seemed to be melting from her bones, her eyes rolling. Her voice was rusted, like it hadn't been used in a very long time. Her skull began to crack when her skin had melted, and her eyes boiled in their sockets, leaking out and looking like pearly tears. Her bones scrapped together, a grinding noise that set my teeth on edge. She spoke.
"Timmy, you can't leave yet. You can't go, you are not ready, you cannot go,"
I just stood there, looking upon her with pity. "Good bye, Wanda."
"No!" She lunged at me, her needle like finger bones aimed at my throat, but she crumbled to dust before she could reach me. I sat on the floor and closed my eyes, willing myself to wake up.