Title: Sick in the Head
Summary: Raimundo centric and in mostly Raimundo's POV. After having several wierd experiences Raimundo starts worry if anything is really real. Slight swearing.
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Chapter 9
Why'd I have to endure that dream again?
I got up, no use in trying to get more sleep and for once I didn't want it. It was still dark out and I stumbled a few times going to breakfast.
I'd love it if my mother was still alive. But she's dead; there's nothing anyone can do about it. I thought I accepted that a while ago, but maybe I hadn't. My mind keeps going back to that. It wants her to be alive. And maybe… no, she's not. She can't be. If she's alive then this is not… sort to speak.
But isn't my mother better than this?
There's that voice that sounds like me but isn't again. Yeah, being back home with my mother would be better than this. The other monks treat me like crap and Master Fung just doesn't trust me; no one listens to me.
I'm giving in again. I can't do that. This is just some sort of delirium, I hope it'll pass. I really don't want to go to the mental hospital for real.
"Hey," Clay says yawning as he ambles in and starts to grab a bowl.
"Hey," I greet him back. I get up to leave. I just prefer to not talk to anyone right now. The longer I stay away from them the less time they have to figure out that I'm losing it. Plus I just don't want to talk, not to be anti-social or anything. I need peace and quiet.
Everything that's been happening to me… can it all be explained by the simple fact that something is tearing away from my 'fantasyland'? But even in that, how can it be? If I've been locked in this world for so long, why now out of all times am I being torn away from it? Maybe it's not a something. Maybe it's me. Can I not stand my own 'fantasyland' anymore?
Stop thinking like that! Of course this is reality! I stop to think again. Even my natural reaction, my certainty… whatever it is, the one that tells me that I'm not making this up. I can't be sure if that's just trying to cover up the truth.
I can't trust anyone not even myself anymore. Maybe I should talk to that 'doctor' guy the next time I see him. I need some answers; answers he may be able to give.
I feel that certainty tugging at me again but ignore it. I sit down under my tree again and lie back. For once I'm waiting for my hallucinations to come on.
Typical, once you want something it doesn't come. But hey, that would be to telling if it were to happen right away again. After all, the second one didn't come for a couple days after I'd had the first one.
I really didn't want to wait a couple more days. But it seems that that is just what I have to do.
End of chapter 9-
Don't worry chapter 10 is longer than that... My chapters lengths aren't consistent. :( very sorry... atleast five reviews please!