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Seeing

I looked to my right and gasped. In my mirror, written, 'Your mind's eye sees reality.' I came closer, and saw that it was written with the only lipstick I owned. I let out a sigh of relief. I was thinking it was written in blood. The lid was off, and the lipstick was deformed. I tried to think of people who might've wrote it. I could't blame Jerome or Alfie because I didn't live with them anymore. They didn't even know me yet. The only people I lived with now were my parents. It can't be them, though. Who wrote it? Sarah?

Your mind's eye sees reality. What could it mean? My mind's eye sees reality... My mind's eye was imagination. Sees was being able to see. Reality was reality. How could my imagination be reality? Your mind's eye sees reality. It was the simplest riddle yet, but I couldn't crack it.

I decided to take a photo of it with my phone. I also wrote it down in my diary. I even put a copy on my computer and printed another. I tried to make sure it wouldn't escape me, considering my luck. I wiped it off the mirror, so Mom and Dad won't see it. Why wouldn't I want them to see it, though? I was sure I could trust them, they were my parents. Maybe it was just basic instinct.

I did my homework then went to bed. I kept thinking of 'the past.' My diary proved that there was something wrong. It seems I went back in time. It's also possible that I'm in some kind of alternate universe. My afterlife theory is still also possible, as well, but I doubted it. Maybe I was going insane? Possibly. I didn't notice when I finally fell asleep.

I dreamt I was in an ambulance. I was being rushed to the hospital. My whole body ached, like it was beaten. Someone was talking, but I couldn't understand anything they were saying. All I could hear were muffled noises and a continuous buzzing, like everyone was talking at the same time. I could feel someone was holding my hand the entire time, but I couldn't see his face. I couldn't see clearly. All I could see were bright lights. Everything was a blur...

I woke up the next morning wondering what the dream meant. I was getting more and more confused by the minute. I got ready for school and went to breakfast. Mom made eggs and bacon. It was delicious. It also reminded me of Trudy, but I didn't mention her again. Mom and Dad kept watching me. I was thinking that they'd only missed me, but it was starting to get annoying.

Dad drove me to school. I didn't want to bare the feeling that someone was watching me again. Although, even inside the car, there was still that prickling feeling. "How's work?" I said, attempting at small talk.

"Everything's fine. Usual business. Stress here and there." He said, matter-of-factly. We pulled up in front of the school. "Here you are. Study well." He said to me as I got out. I gave him a wave goodbye, and went inside the building.

I arrived early. I went to my locker and put a copy of the photo at the back of the top shelf, then I wrote the message on my locker door using a white-board marker. I sat at the floor by my locker, and read my diary. I brought it to school because I couldn't leave it behind knowing it contained vital information. "Your mind's eye sees reality?" Someone said. I quickly shut my diary and glared at the person who said it.

I relaxed upon seeing Fabian. "You should really stop doing that." I told him, laughing.

"I'm sorry if I keep scaring you." He said as he sat next to me. "Studying?" He asked upon seeing the book in my hands.

"Nope. Just leisurely reading." I said.

"So what does it mean? Your mind's eye sees reality." He said after a moment of silence. I bit my lip.

I hesitated. "I don't know. I just picked it up somewhere, and thought it sounded interesting." He nodded. "What do you think?" I asked him, hoping he knew, and help me figure out the riddle, just like the old times. The thought made me sad.

"Well, it doesn't make sense to me because it sounds like 'imagination is reality'." He guessed.

"That's what I thought, as well." I told him, disappointed.

"Imagination can't be reality because it's all in your head." He continued. "It's dreaming." He said. I thought about it for a minute.

"What if your dreaming reality? You're dreaming of the truth." I said slowly realizing I solved the riddle. We solved the riddle.

"That could be right." He said just as the warning bell rang. I arranged my things. He got up and held out his hand. I took it, and he helped me up. I closed my locker. We were about to start to walking when something caught my eye.

I stopped and stared at the poster behind him. I couldn't believe my eyes. It read: 'Missing Person: Joy Mercer'