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Clayton finds himself broken and distraught after
breaking up with the love of his life, Grace. He starts
getting dreams about her and soon gets confused with
what is a dream and what is real. In the struggle of not
knowing whether to let go or try to get her back,
Clayton goes through life changing situations which
reveals him to the ugly truth in the end about the
person he loves the most, that he wishes was never
true.
Chapter One: The Lay
"Yes, I know. The guards have heard you screaming and crying at night"
"Clayton, you need to accept the truth. We are here to help you but we
won't be able to help if you don't let us"
"No Clayton, you're not. You will get better if you keep taking your
medicines on time. Now, I have a few questions for you..."
Clayton interrupts her and says "Why have you kept me with these
people? I am not a psychopath, I just get nightmares... all the time... but
I'm not a psycho"
"You are right Clayton, you're not a psychopath, but you are sick... and
everybody in this facility is here to get better, just like you. Now I want to
ask you a few questions"
Clayton nods
Clayton gets up from the bed and walks toward the washroom, tumbling
upon the empty bottles of rum on the floor. He looks in the mirror, a
distraught look in his eyes. He mumbles to himself, "get your shit
together" while slapping his cheeks.
Clayton still looking at the empty parking lot, "It was... It was there a
second ago..."
"I can smell the alcohol on you Clayton, maybe you should... come... see
me"
"Yeah"
"Yeah... Ummm... I don't think I would be able to make it today, got some
work to take care of"
"C'mon Clay! I know you ain't got no work. It's been more than a month
that I have seen you."
"Clay, I've known you since forever, I know when you are lying"
"No, I gotta go see mom, she's been calling me a lot. How about next
weekend?"
"A'ight... and hey, you know me and the boys are always there for you,
right?"
"Yeah... I know"
"Will do"
Clayton comes back home with a bag full of groceries and a bottle
of rum. As he is cooking dinner, he starts thinking about the dream he
had, about how it felt so real. He stops and looks at his hand again, and
then continues cooking. He had stopped cooking because it reminded
him of the time when he cooked food for Grace, but today he wanted
toembrace that feeling. He wanted to feel again what it was like being
with her.
While eating, he tried calling her again, but she still did not pick up
his call. He pushed the plates aside and chugged the glass empty. He
poured another drink trying not to spill any, and before he could finish
that glass... He fell asleep.
Chapter Three: The Fall
Part One
This is not the first night that Clayton was not able to sleep, maybe
he didn't want to sleep so he wouldn't get any more crazy dreams. He
thought of taking a day off from work because he was feeling very tired,
but he wanted to keep his mind busy so he could stop overthinking. He
gets up and leaves for work. As he is walking, he thinks that maybe
staying at home would have been a better idea, because now he is
feeling light headed and everything seems way more brighter than it
should be. Clayton can barely open his eyes; it feels as if someone is
holding a high power flashlight in front of his face. He somehow
manages to reach Tim's and asks Sarah for a glass of water while
struggling to sit on the chair. Sarah notices his condition and runs to get
some water for Clayton. "What's wrong?" Chloe asks worryingly,
"Ummmm... Nothing. I just need some water that's all" Clayton replies
while rubbing his eyes, "Are you sure? You don't seem well." Chloe
sounds more worried, to which Clayton says, "Yeah... I am fine". Sarah
comes running with a glass and a jug, pours water from the jug into the
glass and hands it to Clayton. He drinks the entire glass of water in a
single sip and places the glass on the counter and asks for some more.
As he is seeing Sarah pour water in the glass, he suddenly loses all
sensation on his face and hears a buzzing sound coming from inside of
his head. His eyes shut and then he loses all control to his body and
collapses on the floor.
Part Two
Grace's hair are waving from the cool winter breeze, as they drive
through the empty roads with a thick layer of snow to the sides. Clayton
and Grace are driving to Summer Lake Hot Springs to spend a romantic
weekend together in a cabin. Clayton is looking at Grace like he has
seen her for the very first time; elegant, pure beauty with the soul of a
child. She is laughing and telling him a story about her cousin but he
can't hear anything but her sweet laughter. There is nowhere he would
rather be than with her. He can hear Spensor's voice in the back of his
head, unclear to understand what he is saying. He can also hear a slow
pulsating beep. He has realised by this time, no matter how real it
seems. Before it's too late, he holds her face to feel again what it felt
like. She looks at him and smiles, holding his hand on her face. A huge
ball of light approaches from the front of the car and fills Clayton's entire
vision with only light. As the light fades away, Clayton finds himself in a
hospital bed; a doctor holding a flashlight and a writing pad in his other
hand stands by his bed with Spensor standing in the direction of his feet.
"How did I get here? And how did you get here?" Clayton asks Spensor
"Your blood pressure dropped and you fainted, most probably because
of dehydration, but we are still running some tests" says the doctor
Clayton is still confused about how did Spensor get there. The doctor
then nods at Spensor and leaves the room. Spensor walks to the side of
the bed where the doctor was standing and pulls out Clayton's cell
phone and hands it to him.
"That girl from Tim's called me up from your phone, said you passed out
at work"
"Yeah... I should have stayed home" Clayton replies while putting his
hand over his eyes.
"You feeling better now?" Spensor asks with a slight of worry.
"Cool. So have you been drinking all day yesterday? That's why the
dehydration?" Spensor asks.
"Well, when I came here, Sarah said you didn't show up to work
yesterday and she also said that you have been acting a bit weird lately".
Clayton gives Spensor a confused look and Spensor continues saying,
"C'mon man! You know what I'm talking about"
To which Clayton replies, "No! I don't know what you are talking about!"
"When they brought you here, Sarah didn't know who to call, so she
called the first number on the 'Recently contacted' list from your phone,
but nobody picked up and below that was my number, so I came here as
fast as I could"
Clayton puts his hand over his eyes again and before he could say
anything, Spensor says, "Clay! You gotta move on man, you can't be
dragging yourself down. I hate to see you like this, you're a fucking
mess. I know how hurt you are but I'm not letting my best friend ruin his
own life"
Clayton can hear the concern building in Spensor's voice with each
word.
"And the next time you drink, it better be with us" Spensor punches
Clayton's shoulder and gives him a smirk.
"I've been so confused lately. I get these crazy dreams, but it feels so
real, you know. I might be losing my mind" Clayton laughs after saying
this.
"That's why you gotta be with us when you drink, so we won't let you
drink at all" they both laugh.
"Let me check with the doctor about when can I take you home" Spensor
leaves the room to look for the doctor.
Among all the confused thoughts in his mind, there is one question
to which Clayton might have the answer for, but he didn't say it to
Spensor. He has always been like this, keeping all his problems to
himself. Now he knew that, when he saw that bird hit the tree, he wasn't
dreaming. He was fine with the fact that he didn't know how he got to
that unknown place and how did he get back home, until he thought it
was a dream. Now he was scared, but still felt that he could handle the
situation on his own. He was wrong.
Chapter Four: The Dream
"Can you remember when did you start getting these nightmares?"
Doctor Iokyo asks Clayton
"I don't even know anymore, I feel like I see her everyday, but I know it's
just in my head. It all feels so real though... and I feel like I'm dreaming
right now and... when I go to sleep, I'll wake up in reality and I'll see her
again. I'm just, so confused all the time"
"I understand Clayton, and I'm glad to tell you that, this is the farthest
we've been so far with you. The medication seems to be working really
well"
"I don't know what is reality anymore! So how will I accept it?" Clayton's
voice increases.
"I'll try re-framing the question for you. What is last memory you have of
Grace before she left you?"
Clayton tries very hard to recollect. "We were having an argument, about
something. She wanted me to do something and I just kept saying that
I'm trying. She was really angry. I can't remember what we were arguing
about though"
"It's okay Clayton, you're doing really great. What happened after that?"
"She texted me saying that she doesn't wanna be with me, and she
stopped replying to my messages... or answering any of my calls since
then"
Doctor Iokyo sighs in despair, and asks Clayton "Do you remember
anything about what caused you to end up in this facility, Clayton?"
"No Clayton, you stabbed you best friend with a piece of glass"
"Nothing much, went out to get some pasta for dinner, just got home",
Clayton replies
"Ay yo, guess what? Your colleague Sarah called me the other day"
"Really? She didn't mention anything to me. What did she say?" Clayton
asks with a suspicion.
"Well, it seems like I have a date with her on Tuesday"
"Yeah, I knew she was checking me out at the hospital that day"
"She must be really stalking you, cause she definitely did not take your
number from me, I wonder where did she get your number from"
"Yeah... So the reason I called is to let you know that you are coming to
my place tomorrow afternoon. I'm having a barbeque, it's been a while
since you hung out with us. So be here by 12"
Clayton wants to say No but he knows that he can't give anymore fake
excuses to him.
"Yep" and then Clayton disconnects the call and looks at the table to his
side again. He takes a deep breath and leans to the side to grab the
bottle of Rum placed on the table.
It's the middle of the night, Clayton wakes up from the vibrating
sound of his phone. He picks up the phone and with one eye open to
see who is calling him at this time and his heart skips a beat when he
sees the name 'God's Grace'. Hundreds of thoughts run through his
mind within a few seconds and he answers the call with his shivering
hands. With his heart beating like someone is punching his chest from
the inside, he puts the phone on his ear.
In a very shaky voice he hears Grace say, "Clayton?". He can tell she is
crying and he can accurately imagine her face right now with every line
and crease that appears on her face when she frowns. He tries to speak,
but hearing even the sound of her breathing is giving his heart such
immense pleasure that tears start forming in his eyes too.
"Clayton? Are you there?", Grace asks with her shaking voice
"I need to speak with you. I know it's really late, but can I please come
over to your house?" Grace sounds desperate & scared.
"Sure. Of course, but what's wrong? Are you okay?" Clayton is more
concerned now
"Hey, it's okay, stop crying Grace, I can come over to your house if you
want. I'll take a cab and be there in 15 minutes" Clayton starts getting up
to leave
"Alright. Are you driving?" Clayton asks while he lays back down on his
bed
"Okay"
Grace disconnects the call. Clayton lays on the bed for a few moments
with pleasure in his heart and worry on his mind. A few minutes later, he
hears his door bell ring. As he opens the door, he sees the love of his life
with rivers of tears on her cheeks. She looks so beautiful even when she
cries, Clayton thinks to himself while he stares at her face and is unable
to move his body. Grace walks in and hugs Clayton with all the strength
she has. As Clayton wraps his arms around her, he says "Everything's
going to be okay Grace". After a few moments that felt like hours to
Clayton, they separate and he askes her to sit down. "I'll get you a glass
of water" Clayton says while Grace proceeds to sit. He walks into the
kitchen, fills up a glass of water and rushes towards her. "Here" Clayton
hands her the water. Grace grabs the glass and takes a huge sip like
she's been thirsty forever. Clayton sits beside her and askes "What
happened?"
Grace takes a deep breath and looks at Clayton straight in his eyes, "I
need to tell you something Clayton"
Clayton runs his eyes around her face and realises that he had forgotten
a few details of her face. "Okay" Clayton says with fear and concern.
She opens her mouth to speak but pauses and starts sobbing again.
Clayton holds her face and puts it on his chest and covers his arm
around her head, "Hey, it's okay, don't cry, everything will be fine", and
then he kisses on her head. He never thought he would get to hold her
like this again. After sometime, she wipes off her tears and says, "I can't
do this, I'm sorry" and stands up quickly. Clayton gets up as well and
asks, "What happened Grace? I'm really worried". She just shakes her
head and starts walking towards the door. Clayton grabs her arm and
says "Grace! What's wrong? Please tell me"
"I know you Clayton, I know you very well. You would never understand.
This was a really bad idea"
"Grace, calm down, please. At least sit down, we'll talk about something
else if you want"
"Grace!"
She shoves off his hand from her arm and walks to the door.
"Yes!"
She just stands there looking at him for a few seconds and then says,
"Spensor and I are in love with each other"
Clayton freezes like the time has stopped as he hear these words. His
eyes and mouth are open while he tries to contemplate what he just
heard. Grace slowly closes the door and leaves, but Clayton is unable to
move at all. His eyes turn red with rage and sorrow, and tears start
dripping down like rain. He takes a few steps behind and falls on the bed
as his knees feel numb and weak. He doesn't know what to do or what
to believe anymore. He is filled with anger, confusion and sadness. He
closes his eyes to let the tears inside eyes to flow down, and then he just
doesn't want to open his eyes, ever again.
The sun rays fall directly on Clayton's face, causing him to wake
up. He can feel the dried tears on the side of his eyes as he opens them.
He just lays there, thinking about what happened last night. His head
hurts like hell. Anger has overcome all the other emotions in his head.
He gets up and throws the blanket off of him to the side, which causes
the empty bottle of Rum to fall on the floor and shatter into pieces. He
doesn't care, he just leaves from home to go to Spensor's.
Chapter Five: The Reality
Spensor gets worried and says, "Are you drunk again dude? I can smell
the alcohol in your breath"
Clayton pushes him and says, "Does this look like a joke to you?", and
starts crying with anger on his face
"Chill bro, what the fuck happened?" Spensor tries to calm him down
"No I don't!"
Before Clayton could complete his sentence, Spensor says, "What the
fuck are you talking about?"
"She told me everything about you and her. We were like brothers
Spensor, why did you do this to me?"
"Clayton, what the fuck are you talking about? Are you out of your
fucking mind?", Spensor says as he tries to take a step forward towards
Clayton
"You knew how much she means to me, why would you do this
Spensor?"
"She told me everything last night. You can stop pretending now",
Clayton continues to sob
"You've had way to much to drink Clay, calm the fuck down"
His friends wants to intervene but they all know that Clayton and
Spensor have been best friends since as far as they can remember. So
they just let them handle it themselves, but the words coming out of
Clayton's mouth has left everyone speechless.
"What the fuck? When did she tell you?" Spensor yells
"What?" Clayton asks with his voice barely coming out of his mouth.
"She died in a car accident remember? After leaving from your house"
"You're lying" Clayton tries to deny. He has never been more confused in
his life, he puts his hand on the table beside him for support so he
doesn't fall to the ground.
"You didn't even go to her funeral Clay, but I did, because she was like
my little sister" Spensor steps closer
"No, No, No, You're lying. You're lying! How could that be possible?"
Clayton looks at the faces of his friends around him.
"You said she called and talked to you last night? Why don't you check
your call logs?" Spensor tries to put sense into his friend who seem to be
losing his mind. Clayton looks at Spensor and pulls out his phone to
checks the call records. The last call on his phone is of Spensor's. He
can't take the eyes off of his phone. "That's not possible", Clayton
murmurs to himself. The rage in Clayton's eyes that had disappeared,
emerges again. "You're lying!" He yells. Spensor tries to get more closer
to Clayton to get him in control. Clayton then picks up the bottle of beer
on the table and breaks it in half by smashing it on the edge of the same
table. Everybody backs up, including Spensor. "What the fuck are you
doing Clay? Put that away!" Spensor sounds scared. "You're lying to me!
She can't be dead. I saw her last night. This is a dream, this is not real,
this is not happening" Clayton closes his eyes together very tightly.
Spensor runs towards Clayton to get the bottle out of his hand thinking
that he might hurt himself and just before he is about to grab him,
Clayton opens his eyes and stabs Spensor in the stomach. The time
stops for everyone. Clayton instantly realises what he has done, he can
feel the warm blood on his hands. His world collapses in a single
moment as he looks at the face of best friend, with blood coming out of
his mouth and he staring right into his eyes. All of their friends rush in to
pin down Clayton and get the broken bottle out of his hand, but this time
Clayton does not resist at all, in fact his entire body falls numb. Both
Spensor and Clayton fall on the ground. Their friends quickly call an
ambulance as they try to stop the blood from flowing. Spensor lays
there, still looking at Clayton, straight in his eyes, and Clayton looking
back while laying on the ground like a dead body with blood all over his
hands. The only thing that Clayton is wishing right now is for this to be a
nightmare, but he knows that this is not a dream.
"How are we doing today Clayton?", Dr. Iokyo asks with a smile. Clayton
just sits there with his face down. "You alright Clayton?", Dr. Iokyo asks
again. Clayton takes a deep breath and lifts his head up, and says "I
want to visit her grave". Dr. Iokyo looks at him in surprise and then gives
him a bright smile and says, "that could be arranged" knowing that
Clayton has accepted that his girlfriend did not break up with him, but
she passed away in a car accident after she left furiously from his house.
He blamed himself for her death, he thought it was his fault, he thought
that only if he wouldn't have had that fight or wouldn't have let her go,
she would still be alive. He did not want to accept the reality, so he made
up his own. His mind was having a conflict with itself, one part didn't
want to believe that he has lost the love of his life and the other part was
trying to convince him otherwise. This battle within his own mind caused
him to question what is real and what is not and because of that, we all
know what were the consequences.