The next morning I woke up and moved to the sofa, I don't go to school anymore, it's not as great as you'd think, I just sleep a lot and watch TV shows that I don't even like.

Nothing interesting happens all day, I go to bed and wake up to the dark figure again, he holds his hand out and I reach out, fascinated. I've never had a hallucination this real before.

He lifts me up and the next thing I know I'm zooming through the sky, coming uncomfortably close to buildings and trying not to scream - the whole time wondering what kind of hallucination can make this happen, it's not my medication - I haven't taken my meds in over a year now.

We're over the ocean, which frightens me greatly. Praying he doesn't drop me, praying he does.

A huge black ball comes out of nowhere and I narrowly avoid it but I let go of the shadow and in his panic he lets go of me.

The world starts tumbling and I don't know which way is up.

This is it, finally.

Im falling and falling and then I hit some kind of cotton material and I slide down it and into the arms of an angel.

I sigh with content.