"Blips" by Alejandro M.

I’m sitting, sitting on a chair on a hill. On that hill is another hill, he is sitting there. He’s staring at me, is he? He is staring at me, I look around, but nobody is here except for us two. I stood up and he stood up too. How does he know what I’m gonna do? I’m walking now he's walking too. He’s walking the same path I’m walking, I take a step he takes a step. I look at him he looks at me. I’m running now, he’s running now the hills are getting even closer together. Closer and closer like leaning into a mirror. He’s getting closer, I’m getting closer. I'm almost at the end and I see my car. I’m rushing to it, I look he’s not there anymore. Was I seeing things, was that my imagination or did I actually see something. I’m walking now he’s not there anymore I’m just seeing things. I open my car door and nothing is there. I put my keys in and I start the car and in the back mirror, he’s there. He’s dark, cold and shrouded in black he’s staring at me. He’s waiting, he’s been waiting. I start my car and look in front of me and then look to the back, but he’s gone. I’m driving now I have been for a while now he’s there. I know it somewhere somehow watching. I stop I get some gas, it’s full now. I get in and I start the car and I look behind, they are looking at me two of them they’re both staring at me. They’re in the back seat now. They look small they’re staring at me and they talk they sound of sorrow, pain, and anguish, but their words hold no discernable language, yet I understood. They said, “Drive home, please.” I drove and an hour later in the corner of my eye there it is another. It looked at me then it looked at the others in the back. It put its hand on my hand on the steering wheel. It said, “We’re almost there.” I didn't know what it meant so I followed. They said, “Stop we’re here.” I stopped the car. As I walked I looked behind and they are there, still staring and watching me. I’m at the door. I look back they are gone. The mat said welcome. I looked at the door, I had the keys. I open the door, they are there waiting for me watching me so coldly and distant. They give me a key. I open the next door. And on the other side, I see them lifeless and cold in the dark room. So dark and cold I fall to my knees. I’m crying, look at them so cold, so so cold and so lonely I left them. Why did I do this how could I leave them so lonely, so cold and so lifeless? I call them, but they’re gone now. I’m here now the doctors called it a BLIPS (Brief Limited Intermittent Psychotic State). I’m sorry.