Who is hallucinating and who isn't.
Who Are You
He knelt at the edge of the bed, his hand gliding over the smooth fabric of the sheets as
he watched the lump beneath it squirm in unease. He could barely hear her murmurs
over the sound of his heavy breathing. "Mm, go away Jack." Her voice, soft and faint
called out to him, beckoning him like a flame draws in a moth. His breath caught in his
throat at the sound of it as a wide smile drew across his face. For a moment the world
grew dark swallowing everything in its wake, leaving nothing present except for him and
her. Her light brown hair draped over her shoulder moved as she spread her arms in
welcome, seeing the gentle smile she offered him the man swallowed the lump in his
throat before leaning forwards in an embrace. Just as he was about to wrap his arms
around her, the world had brightened, exposing everything it had once shrouded, along
with the single, minute detail he he had previously overlooked. She had gotten his name
wrong. Narrowing his eyes, the once wide smile the man wore had shifted to a frown
before he gently shook her.
"It's time to wake up dear." The squirming stopped and the woman shot out of her bed
her eyes wide in panic as she stared at the figure kneeling beside her bed. Holding the
sheets around her like a safety blanket the woman's eyes hardened
"Who the hell are you and what the fuck are you doing in my house?" Her voice
unwavering in false confidence stirred the man from his silence.
"What are you talking about." His baritone voice caused the woman to jump. "I'm your
husband of course, we've been married for six years. Look, i've got the proof right here."
He tossed a framed photo on the bed, the wooden framing splintered on one side with
the glass completely shattered leaving nothing but jagged edges.
Moving closer to get a better look at the photo the woman eyed the man wearily while
picking it up. It was a photo of her wedding day, taken after the reception. In it were her
with her brothers on one side of her and her husband on the other side. She was smiling
brightly with her head on her spouses shoulder. Seeing nothing wrong with the photo
itself the woman looked up to see the man standing at the foot of the bed, an arm's
reach away from her. Panicking at the sudden closeness the woman trampled over the
bed to the side opposite of him.
" What's wrong?" Asked the man.
The worried tone of his voice unnerved the woman more than his presence did. How
could he be this worried for her? Who was he? Why was he in her home? These
question became repetitive in her mind as she struggled to piece together the broken
puzzle. There were corners that matched and lumps that didn't fit together. It was
frustrating for her. She felt like a kindergartner attempting to solve a college level math
problem. Unable to be in his presence the woman bolted from the room, she could feel
her feet hammer against the wooden floor as she made her way to the kitchen intent on
find in what little security the kitchen ware could offer her. Behind her, the man called
out, his loud voice laced with concern as he walked hurriedly down the hall. He knew he
needed to get to her before she did something to hurt herself or him for that matter.
Hearing the sound of a drawer sliding in and out he picked up pace. The feeling of dread
starting to fester deep within, growing bigger with each step taken, till' finally he stopped.
Stopping in front of the walkway separating the kitchen from the living room he peered
helplessly into the darkness with the hope of finding her. Flicking the switch he see her
standing there, her brown hair disheveled and her black nightgown rumpled as she
hunched over the counter. Hands wrapped around the handle of a kitchen knife as she
wobbled towards the kitchen door.
She could see him standing there, grinning ominously at her as his fingers thumped
against the smooth, oak wood bar.
"Well there you are, I thought I lost you."
Shivering involuntarily she readied herself and dove forward.