A man never lives in an empty island, I have a friend, his name is Kaz, a friend of mine ever since I was a kid.
Kaz and I are tight, we treated each other like a brother we never had, inseparable, a bond.
I got a problem? He got a problem? We together can solve it, and all of the time? We find answers to our problem together.
I told him about the man following me, he is the one I can trust of this secret, I also told him about everything.
He thought I was just joking, that this world is just a one big illusion, a little farm, where one day we will be harvested, and see the true colors of intention.
I can't blame him, no one wants to believe, until when their eyes witnessed, their ears heard; someone always wants proof, before that someone believes such thing.
I used the glasses on him, he doesn't have black eyes like the rest of the others, there is only one way for him to believe, by putting the glasses on him.
After a little persuasion, I managed to convince him, I took him outside wearing the glasses, he was shocked to the core, sitting on the ground, I can see the fear in his eyes.
"Why are their eyes black, why yours is not? the skies are grey" he said, I told him the truth, about everything, the world, the people with black eyes, and how we are all taken from the other side.
"What should we do?" he asked, "In 5 days we will get out" I told him. One way or another we will get out of this forsaken place, get our lives back.
After what happened, we returned home, I used the glasses on mother and father, I saw black eyes, all my life I known them was a lie, they may look like my mom and dad outside, the other side, at least now, I am sure. I ate at the same table with mother and father tonight, I can't look at them in their eyes.
After I eat, I headed to my room, tears started to flow to my cheeks, all the memories, all the laughter and joy in this very house, all just a fabrication, I started packing the things I need before the ritual, I only just need to wait.