Prologue.

Pov. Eliza

I thought it was all in my head.

All that pressure from my family.

Saying "this is strange eliza, or, it doesn't exist, stop inventing lies."

All these words made me grow up afraid, afraid of myself, of the things I see, of the people around me and of what they would think. So I closed myself, I spent more time in my room playing guitar, not talking to anyone inside the house, just the necessary, at night I would go out to think about life and sometimes I would come across all that sinister feeling that has haunted me for years.

Sure.

I'm kind of fucked.

I was born at eight months, had respiratory problems and had to stay in the incubator, the doctors kind of said "mother, father, she has no chance ". But I surprised everyone by surviving and having asthma as the only sequela of my premature birth. As if that wasn't enough, I was run over by a car when I was four, I was thrown away and I hit my forehead on the cobble, I had head trauma, I kind of went out and woke up in the operating room with the doctor sewing me up and asking me to stay awake, I also remember vomiting a lot of blood after that and lying in bed for months without being able to move, but miraculously I recovered, I talked again. Move around and have a normal life just getting the scars to prove everything I've gone through. But among all the things that happened to me, the most bizarre happened when I was five years old, I was at my grandmother's house when a friend of hers came asking if she could play cards to her, I remember my grandmother said she was without her cards and I remember looking into her eyes and seeing strange things, after that even saying that the woman her daughter would die of cancer in a few months. My grandmother was stunned and the woman just turned her back and left, I was punished by my parents for saying this kind of thing, but six months later what I said had happened. After that more strange episodes happened to me and whenever I told, I was punished and called dishes, I was taken to several different doctors for various tests and psychological tests that never detected anything, over time I kept closing myself and stopped talking about the subject, going to hide in my room, bitter, sad, afraid and lonely, having only my guitar and my songs as company until I started to have strange dreams, Every night the same dream, the same girl, the same blue eyes is a name.

Helodi.

Helodi starkov.

I always see her in my dreams, even when I'm awake, sometimes I have visions of her in a cell in a place called "dream house institute ", a scrotal and bizarre name. She's always whispering things like "I hate this place, I hate my family ", I've been intrigued, I've even drawn her in my notebook while I had a vision of her in the garden under the supervision of armed guards, she seems to be dangerous and this has stirred my curiosity and made me wonder if maybe I'm not really crazy as my family thinks, maybe the accident has dropped some screws in here and since then I have hallucinations. But how would this explain all those strange dreams that come true some time later, the figures, the voices, those strange people who appear out of nowhere and disappear in the same way, everything that has ever happened to me.

Would it all be the fruit of my imagination ?

Am I crazy ?

Maybe I am, but not because of that.

I sigh by opening the search bar on my notebook and typing in the name of that institute, today I will have definitive proof of all these strange things that happen to me. I write the address on the paper and then I get up and take the key to my motorcycle, my jaws and my sunglasses. As soon as I open the door I face my mother in the hallway.

- Where do you go ? - I don't even look at her anymore.

- If it were to announce where I am going, I would have left the room screaming. - I answer walking towards the door.

- And then strange. - my brother says when I walk through the room and in response I show him my middle finger.

Always the same questions as if she cared is my brother stupid always wanting to play the funny. Every day I have to deal with the same stressful situations and then vent with my guitar, this always calms everything around me, but it's not always able to silence the voices. I turn on the motorcycle, walk the march and go towards the address I got on the Internet, it takes me two hours to get to the place, I go along the dirt road and I can already see a little further ahead the entrance to the institute, I feel like laughing when I notice the water fountain near the main entrance.

A source of wishes for internees to ask for a hurricane to destroy this place.

I think I'm going to distribute coins here.

Maybe some of the wishes will come true.

I park at the entrance and then I get off the bike leaving the helmet in the rear-view mirror, I go inside the place and as soon as I walk through the door one of the security guards comes to me with a metal detector, I just wait for him to do his job and then I go to the reception where I see a brunette woman typing something in the computer.

- Good morning. - I say and her look to me.

- Good morning, can I help ? - polite question.

- I'd like to see one of the patients here. - I answer calmly.

- Can you tell me your name is the degree of kinship ? - questions and I smile falsely.

- My name is Eliza and I am the former girlfriend of Helodi Starkov. - I answer and the woman looks at me in a dubious way. - I would like to see her, because I still love her very much, you know ? And I thought my visit could instigate her to follow the treatment correctly, I just can't just let her here alone you understand? I love that girl very much, no matter how crazy she is. - I say drying my false tears.

I've always had a talent for crying when I want to without having to use anything.

That's already helped me a lot when it comes to dramatizing as now.

- Aaah, I understand, in his place I also could not give up the person I love. - she says with the affected voice and I fungus to unplug my nose, because the cold wind while riding the bike froze my soul, but for her it was an attitude of an emotional and passionate girl. - This patient usually receives only one visit per year just to renew the papers of her hospitalization, her parents left her here three years ago and never made a point of coming to see the girl, I'm glad you did not give up on her. - continue and I sign smiling.

- Love is blind, we cannot guide you in your choices, but we can learn to live with them, after all what is a psychological difference compared to crimes and other existing agendas in the world. - I play and she laughs.

- Girl, you are weird. - he says laughing.

- You can't even imagine how much. - I say and she laughs even more.

- I liked you. - he says and then gives me a piece of paper. - Your permission to see your beloved, good luck. - complete and I smile.

- I will need, after all three years without seeing her may have left her very angry. - I say and she denies with her head.

- Love overcomes any barrier. - says one of those phrases that seem to have been taken from the back of a truck.

- Absolutely. - I falsely agree turning to go to the second door where probably some of the security guards would lead me to the girl, but before I look back and see the girl behind the counter feeling a different vibration coming from her, an extra energy. - What's your name like ? - I ask a little louder and she looks at me.

- Julie. - he answers smiling.

- You should do a pregnancy test, has an extra energy emanating from you. - I say and she opens her mouth surprised at what I said and then makes a frightened face and I turn around and walk out.

Okay, I even try not to say the things I feel, but I just can't control my instincts most of the time, when I see I've already said and then I can't go back, I just look crazy and people look crooked at me. I hand over the paper to the security who looks and then looks at me.

- Follow me. - says and I sign.

I follow the man as he passes his card to unlock the front door of the room wing and then take me to the girl's room where he typed in a code quickly where I easily memorized the movement of his fingers and the sound of the digit string.

- You have twenty minutes, if you pass that the door will lock and you will be stuck there for a couple of hours until someone notices that you have not come back, so for your safety I will handcuff the girl in bed. - he says and I sign feeling nervous when he enters to handcuff the girl.

My god.

What am I doing with my life ?

Visiting a girl hospitalized in a mental institution that you saw in a dream seems to me like something from another person who is clever with ideas.

Holy god.

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