and get dressed. Maybe this was true. If I were really asleep, how could I wake up? Death? Coma? All of these were good thoughts, but if I were to go beyond the wall then I must do something drastic. Maybe dying was the only way. I go to the front door. I have a perfect chance all live in a state of fictional paralysis. Thinking up stuff to make our lives better. All of this is fake. At least that was my hypothesis. I sat on the edge of my bed. Waiting for the right moment was hard. I have to make sure I am alone and no one is thinking about me. I don't want to be missed. I get up. The 10 steps down were slippery with ice. I deliberately slip. In a split second, I am on the ground bleeding from my head. Wow, easier than I thought. If I could cause some sort of injury to my head, then I should be able to slip past the wall. By the way, the wall is the state of consciousness and unconsciousness. This was the only way to get past the wall without dying. Why God created such a thing, is out of my ability to answer. I start feeling myself blacking out. I lose all feeling in my body. I appear in total darkness. Nothing. Except for a road under me. I can't even see where it ends though. I fly past old memories that seemed to have randomly shown up. I see when I was a child. Merely a toddler. I was never stupid, nor was I smart. I was that child that was as they call it 'average'. I never was shown kindness from my parents. Why was I going through all these memories. Everything grew cold. I felt pain all over. Everything started to hurt. My head was pounding. What was this? What was happening. I suddenly hear a cry. A hardly audible cry. Must be my body still picking up noises on Earth. Bizarre. I felt an even stronger pull towards a pitch-black object. Even darker than the atmosphere around me. A looming barrier. I almost swam towards it. Moving in here was difficult and not completely explainable. I push past the dark barrier with ease. I was gone. Nothing was here. Nothing. No sounds, memories, no eating. My head couldn't take this. I doubled over in pain. Death finally catching me. I had made it. Past the wall. Something no one had done before. I looked up. There were bodies everywhere. How I was just realizing this I don't know. Had others actually made it here. The air was getting warmer around me. I fell over. No one was allowed in here. I had broken the rule of mortal life. This room was dangerous. I felt all these thoughts. I knew them. How. What was behind this. I would never find out though. As death finally took its prize. I breathed in. I was shaking. I was on a hospital bed. I was alive? I look around. No one was in here. I had beaten it. The wall, death, whatever evil was in that room. I knew it was a lie. We all were really in that room. I just had woken up. Ever watched the Matrix? Somewhat like that. Only our souls were trapped in the room. We were on Earth. But our real selves were in the abyss behind the wall. I would make a book about this. I look at all the passing cells. They wheeled me into a padded room. I smiled to myself. They tightened the strait jacket and left me. I had made it.
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