A/N: Brand new chapter! Last one. Thanks you guys, your reviews meant a
lot! Twist here. You may get mad.
Let us die young
Or let us live forever
We don't have the power
But we never say never
The music's for the sad man
Forever young
I want to be
Forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever young.
~Forever Young
* * * * * * * * * *
PERCY
Parallel universe: What might have happened if one thing were changed. For instance, the presence of a girl on the mile.
Collected thoughts, even in this state of mind.
Memories.
Power.
Love.
Wake up and see reality; none of this ever really took place. It didn't happen this way. I must have imagined the whole story; created it in my mind; it was so real! Monica, Monica, she has to be real, she's so complete, so whole, so dimensional. I look on this thing as if I were reading it, seeing it so clearly in my head. But I know and I dread. Why can I not awaken from this alternate reality?
No Monica. I don't even know if she's real. Everything is real. Even if she is in my imagination, I will love her. My own creation, if she is, I will love her. Don't all madmen love their creations? Mine is fantastic. Mine. Her. She is mine.
Visions of the past haunt me. Echoing gunshots. Won't go away. Monica. Don't leave.
Were you ever reality? Were you always just a delusional character? My fantasy has a happy ending. Over and over it plays through my head. And drives me even more insane.
I love her. I love her.
I love her.
Don't go away, Monica. Whatever you do, wherever you go, whatever, whoever you are. Stay with me. You are my one companion in this. Only you can bring me back. Or push me further.
I killed William Wharton. Not you. And now I must pay.
So real.
I was never loved. You're killing me.
* * * * * * * * * * *
One sunny day, a young nurse stood outside the door to one of a mental hospital's chambers. She had been drawn there. She remembered the man who lived in this room as one of her childhood playmates and had come to him. She was supposed to be serving food to the other patients, but they would have to wait. This man had arrived the day before, and she knew she had recognized him from somewhere.
She stared out the window, then to him. He too stared out the window, but unmoving. He never blinked. He was like stone.
She smiled ever so slightly, brushing her dark hair out of her eyes. Glancing down the hall to make sure no other nurses were patrolling, she slowly stepped in front of the man and stared at his glassy eyes.
And she stayed that way for a long time.
She raised a hand softly and brushed his face. He didn't do a thing.
"I dreamt of you," she whispered. "What a sad one to wake from. I dreamt I worked with you. I saved your life. I was loved. Funny thing, you know. I never fell in love with a dream."
When the man did nothing, the nurse sighed and smiled, sympathetically this time.
"Dreams are only dreams, after all. They're not to come true," she said. She headed for the door, then turned around for one last glance at the man who had so recently lost his mind. He didn't even know she was there.
"Have you dreamt of me?" the nurse asked softly, her voice so quiet. "Maybe we're soul mates, and we were meant to be... And something messed us up in the end. Maybe my dream is what was supposed to happen? But... I guess, in the end... We both ended up here anyway. Perhaps the strands of reality have intertwined, and here we both are." She paused and closed the door behind her, staring through the little window.
"I guess this is how the story ends; in this despairing way. Everything is so good in the beginning. And it may be wonderful all up to the very end. But the very end is all that counts. And that's the way of the world. Goodbye, dream love. This is our final parting."
And as the lady walked away, a man skimmed reality for one brief moment, his only proof were the tears that stood in his eyes.
The last tears he would ever shed.
FINIS
A/N: I'm done, and wasn't that weird? Different from all the rest of the chapters; you might complain but I'm NOT changing it! That's the way it is. Thank you for reading; I love you guys! :D
Let us die young
Or let us live forever
We don't have the power
But we never say never
The music's for the sad man
Forever young
I want to be
Forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever young.
~Forever Young
* * * * * * * * * *
PERCY
Parallel universe: What might have happened if one thing were changed. For instance, the presence of a girl on the mile.
Collected thoughts, even in this state of mind.
Memories.
Power.
Love.
Wake up and see reality; none of this ever really took place. It didn't happen this way. I must have imagined the whole story; created it in my mind; it was so real! Monica, Monica, she has to be real, she's so complete, so whole, so dimensional. I look on this thing as if I were reading it, seeing it so clearly in my head. But I know and I dread. Why can I not awaken from this alternate reality?
No Monica. I don't even know if she's real. Everything is real. Even if she is in my imagination, I will love her. My own creation, if she is, I will love her. Don't all madmen love their creations? Mine is fantastic. Mine. Her. She is mine.
Visions of the past haunt me. Echoing gunshots. Won't go away. Monica. Don't leave.
Were you ever reality? Were you always just a delusional character? My fantasy has a happy ending. Over and over it plays through my head. And drives me even more insane.
I love her. I love her.
I love her.
Don't go away, Monica. Whatever you do, wherever you go, whatever, whoever you are. Stay with me. You are my one companion in this. Only you can bring me back. Or push me further.
I killed William Wharton. Not you. And now I must pay.
So real.
I was never loved. You're killing me.
* * * * * * * * * * *
One sunny day, a young nurse stood outside the door to one of a mental hospital's chambers. She had been drawn there. She remembered the man who lived in this room as one of her childhood playmates and had come to him. She was supposed to be serving food to the other patients, but they would have to wait. This man had arrived the day before, and she knew she had recognized him from somewhere.
She stared out the window, then to him. He too stared out the window, but unmoving. He never blinked. He was like stone.
She smiled ever so slightly, brushing her dark hair out of her eyes. Glancing down the hall to make sure no other nurses were patrolling, she slowly stepped in front of the man and stared at his glassy eyes.
And she stayed that way for a long time.
She raised a hand softly and brushed his face. He didn't do a thing.
"I dreamt of you," she whispered. "What a sad one to wake from. I dreamt I worked with you. I saved your life. I was loved. Funny thing, you know. I never fell in love with a dream."
When the man did nothing, the nurse sighed and smiled, sympathetically this time.
"Dreams are only dreams, after all. They're not to come true," she said. She headed for the door, then turned around for one last glance at the man who had so recently lost his mind. He didn't even know she was there.
"Have you dreamt of me?" the nurse asked softly, her voice so quiet. "Maybe we're soul mates, and we were meant to be... And something messed us up in the end. Maybe my dream is what was supposed to happen? But... I guess, in the end... We both ended up here anyway. Perhaps the strands of reality have intertwined, and here we both are." She paused and closed the door behind her, staring through the little window.
"I guess this is how the story ends; in this despairing way. Everything is so good in the beginning. And it may be wonderful all up to the very end. But the very end is all that counts. And that's the way of the world. Goodbye, dream love. This is our final parting."
And as the lady walked away, a man skimmed reality for one brief moment, his only proof were the tears that stood in his eyes.
The last tears he would ever shed.
FINIS
A/N: I'm done, and wasn't that weird? Different from all the rest of the chapters; you might complain but I'm NOT changing it! That's the way it is. Thank you for reading; I love you guys! :D