My friend told me to open my eyes after that as he eased me back out of my reverie and into the real world. I thanked him for the help and said I wouldn't be needing his services anymore. Then I went back to my car and drove home.
I got home a few minutes ago and put the news on. The anchor just got finished saying there's been a lack of Archangle murders for a couple days, which put a smile on my face. Math never hurt anybody.
I had just put my gas mask and calculus book away when my psychologist friend came in and pointed a gun at my head. It's about time.
"I remember the first time she came to me," he's saying. He's explaining why I'm gonna die. There's no need, I already know.
My name is Nikolai, and I'm done dreaming. It's time to stand and face the light.
Harlequin Metropolis
Written by DJay32
Heavily based on Dream Theater's Metropolis, part 2: Scenes from a Memory
I give full permission for Harlequin Metropolis to be used in however the Fearbloggers see fit
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