Trapped Inside A Dream Part 6Nicholas woke up to his son jumping on his bed.
'Happy birthday Daddy!' He cried, dancing around, landing on his father. The curtains were pulled shut and his room was void of light except for the ominous glow of the heater in the corner.
The declaration of his birthday surprised him. With the incident at the mansion and the three weeks in hospital he had completely forgotten.
'Really? What's the day?' He asked, grabbing his son and holding him down on the bed, tickling him under the arms.
Between gasps for breath, Charley cried 'It's your birthday!' Nicholas fell backwards and looked at the calendar that hung above his desk.
'Tuesday the 7th of November.' He read, and sat up quickly. 'Oh my God! I'm 26 today!' he jumped up and his son fell onto the floor, laughing.
'Daddy!' He cried, clambering back onto the bed to give his father a big hug.
'Let's go get something to eat! Something special for breakfast' he said, pulling his father's arm towards the kitchen.
Standing behind the count
Trapped Inside A Dream Part 5Three days later, Nicholas broke free of his coma, and opened his eyes to the child sleeping beside him.
'Hello champ' he said slowly as Charley looked up, eyes squinting in the light.
'Daddy!' He cried, hugging his father around the chest as he lay on the white hospital bed.
Nurse Kate walked in after hearing Charley exclaim excitedly.
'Look Katie!' He cried, jumping off the bed and grabbing Kate by the hand. 'Daddy is better!' He jumped around cheering.
'Rightio Charley, calm down.' Nicholas said, rather doped up on the drugs in his drip. Kate looked at Nicholas, his eyes, though tired and worn, held the innocence of his son, and the joy at the sight of his child. Kate watched as father and son reacted in the strongest bond on earth; love.
Nicholas looked up from his son at Kate, 'Thank you.' He smiled. Kate nodded a welcome to him and continued to watch as they couple enveloped each other in a lazy hug.
A few weeks later, Nicholas we cleared to leave.
'Mr. Farrow, you're cleared to
Trapped Inside A Dream Part 4'Dad? Dad!' Charley called, squeezing his young father's hand. Charley was four years old, and had found his father as he entered his house after being with his grandmother for the week.
'Dad ' He cried, the machines beeping around him. He looked up at them; multiple devices were pumping blood to his heart; monitoring his heart beat; his lungs and kidney. His father had been admitted into intensive care, his wound had been infected over night and he had contracted septicaemia; severe blood-poisoning.
Charley had refused to leave his father's side, and for the three weeks Nicholas was in hospital Charley never left the hospital. He was young, and his father was injured; no one could sway his young mind to leave, not even for five minutes.
The nursing staff therefore gave him a spare hospital bed, they had wheeled it in and had it placed next to his father. Charley slept there, and when it came to showering, he used the room's bathroom. The nurses and doctors didn't know what to do
Trapped Inside A Dream Part 3'Nicholas? Nicholas Farrow? Delivery for Nicholas Farrow!' A man called from the front door.
'Errghh.' Nicholas mumbled, slowly rising to his feet. He fell down again with a crush; still slightly drunk.
'Please sir, I need a signature!' The delivery man called, banging on the door.
'O k I'm coming!' He hiccoughed, slowly standing, using the wall for support. He moved down the hallway, slowly making his way to the front door.
He clumsily reached for the handle and pulled it down lazily. As the door swung open, Nicholas fell back against the wall and the delivery man looked at him.
'Bit of a tight spot hey mate?' He asked, putting the wood clipboard in Nicholas' face. Nicholas obliged and signed his signature, somewhat clumsily above the space provided. The delivery man laughed and handing him a small black box. 'Have a good one mate,' He chuckled as he walked away.
Nicholas looked at the box with slant eyes and leant his back against the front door to close it. When he heard
Trapped Inside A Dream Part 2Nicholas jumped through his front door, and slammed it shut behind him. Breathing heavily, he stumbled to the kitchen, where he poured himself a shot of brandy. He downed it in seconds, and then another, and another.
He spluttered the drink as he recalled his face as it decomposed in the mirror.
'Can't be real; It can't be.' He stammered, hands shaking and voice quaking. He turned to his right and flicked the light switch on, and after being blinded be the light, flicked it back off and fell to the floor, back against the wall.
Drawing his legs up to his body and watching the frost of his breathe dance and dissipate in front of him, he closed his eyes and immediately re-opening them. He closed them again but the same image reappeared.
It wasn't the aging that disturbed him, nor was it seeing himself as just bone. The sight of his eyes falling back and his face melting got to him, but not as much as when the bone turned to dust and fell through the glass into reality. Whenever he closed
Trapped Inside A Dream Part 1The mirror stared straight back at him; his own eyes darkened by the giver of truth. He watched as his young figure quickly aged before his eyes; one minute a tall, handsome young man, and the next, propped against a walking stick, wrinkled skin and lifeless eyes. He took a hand to his face; to his fingers he found taught skin, but the reflection showed droopy, lifeless, wrinkled paper.
He fell back in shock at his new image. His whole life portrayed in front of him, scanning past; a year to a second. He watched as his image showed his hair grey, and his stature droop. He shuddered as he saw his eyes fall back, blinded, though he could still see the image in front of him.
He gasped as his skin turned grey, and as his hair thinned out to a bald scalp. As the seconds passed, so did his life, and he witnessed his own aging mocked him.
'Stop!' He would call to the bewitched mirror, but it ignored his cries and continued to show his aging. 'Stop!' He would cry again, eager to move away; but
Never RestFollowing a thought;
Following a dream.
Is not as easy,
As it may seem.
Don't give up,
Try your best.
Keep at it,
And never rest.
And where they've been.
Be like them,
And live your dream.
The TheatreThe curtains opened,
Cheers rang out.
The lights dimmed,
They danced across the floor,
On performers shoes.
The audience jeered,
Roses rained down,
Upon the dancer's heads.
Their words run out strongly,
Costumes were extravagant,
Colours so obtuse,
Actors flaunting their abilities,
The audience applauds,
The actors bow.
Leave the theatre,