Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-36113436-20180707235506

I'm sleeping. I've been sleeping for a long time now. I still don't know why I'm aware I'm sleeping. It's all just..... foggy. I cant see anything. I can't open my eyes. I hear a sound. I'm waking up. It happened every night, for the last five months, it's all the same, exactly the same. Until that day, that day I slept normally. The fact that my recurring "experience" suddenly stopped, has capture my therapist's attention on a whole another level, not because he thinks it's dangerous but because he was really interested. "Are you sure nothing special happened?" was his regular question. "No....... I don't think so" was my regular answer. It's been 4 weeks, and he started slowly letting it go........... I wish he didn't. he was the type of guy that made you feel at home. he would give advice that was based on his own experience, he does his job well, a little too well if you ask me. But I'm straying away from the story aren't I? So, today at night I heard a voice that was getting louder so I freaked out and stood up, the door was open and I heard clicking behind it. I closed the door. DARK. Pain in my chest. I wake up. That day was Wednesday, the day of my therapy. It went well, we talked about what happened at night and he told me to go to sleep today and report to him the next day. It's night, my door is closed and I'm feeling not at ease. I close my eyes. My heart is pounding. "Scared?" says a voice in my room. I almost get a heart attack. the voice tells me to keep my eyes closed or he'll "show me something terrible". I open them. My chest is open. I'm bleeding. I can't move. I cry. I look to my left. I see him. My therapist. I ask "why?". He says "I'll tell you when you're ready". I wake up. I call my therapist and he tells me to relax, he said he finally had an answer to my problem. I ask him "what is it?" He said "behind you". Behind me I see a note on the floor, I can't tell you what the note said, he's watching. I hang up and leave the house. DARK. I check the date and it's two months ago. I think that was the day I told my therapist about what that noise sounded like in my repeating dreams, It sounded like...................... A car crash, my crash, the one in which my girlfriend died, the one after which my weird dreams started. That night I drove through the woods to make a shortcut and the last thing I remember was a car in front of me. I woke up in a hospital and and I was told my girlfriend had passed away. I think I'm ready to tell you what was on the note. The note said "I know what happened but it's ok, everything will be ok, after you get punished of course. Have a good night sleep". I'm finishing this post here and I will be continuing it tomorrow with an edit. I just hope........... I just hope he knows I was the one that killed him that night at the crash. EDIT: Hello, this is Brian, Tim's roommate. Tim was found dead today, his chest was pierced. he had a note in his hand, it said: "great seeing you again Tim! I'm sorry for the mess but I just had to show you what I was talking about, you know, the night were you opened your eyes.

yours truly, your therapist, Jake". You see, Tim, never had a therapist, and he was in a coma since the accident...... A hit and run, his car fell from the road into the forest. The car was found a week later in a deep pond, how he stayed alive was a mystery, it still is, but not to me, I know SOMETHING did it, and I'm gonna figure out what. Brian, signing off. posted: July 5th 2018 last edited: july 6th 2018 (this story is not made to be continued and is up for interpretation of the reader, thank you.) 