As I awoke, I studied my surroundings. I was strapped to a bed, my arms and legs bound with metal braces. A sign under a door read "Happy Living Rehabilitation". A man was seated on a wooden chair next to me. Similar men were at the door, their profiles very similar to his. The man spoke.
"Mr. Stevenson," He began, as he adjusting his square, black sunglasses,
How does he know my name?!
"Do you know why you are here?"
"No." I answered blankly, as I had distinctly remembered falling asleep the night before in my Family's house.
"Well then let me tell you, Mr. Stevenson, why you are here. We believe that you are suffering from, how do I put it... 'Out of Body Experience'. While you are in this said trance, time, space, reality, they all mean nothing to you. You had wandered from your apartment one night-"
Apartment?! I don't have an apartment! I'm a Goddamned Kid!
"-And defiled several pieces of public property with a B-B gun that you drew from your left pocket. After that, you began chanting incoherent gibberish, before we arrested you"
"I never did that! You must have the wrong guy!" I stammered, as I tried to break free of my bonds. "Oh, we have the right guy, Mr. Stevenson, whether you like it or not!" As he said those harsh words, I felt a searing pain worse then the one in my dream, and then I awoke. I stared at where I was. I was no longer in a mental hospital, but now in the bed where I was before I had my dream. But- something was different… I got out of bed. I almost pissed in my pants at the sight I saw. The rest of the house was charred and black, smoke rising from the ashes. I turned around, and there was my room, just as it was, my Baseball Trophy on my bookcase, my computer on my desk, my neon green walls. Just how I left it…
How could this be?
How could my room be spared while the rest of the house perished? Who were those men? Why was I insane? Why?