[otc] close your eyes, the world dies, open them and it's born again
Motel beds suck, like, really a lot. It would be better if Daphne was here, instead of Mohinder and Peter trying to be quiet and failing miserably. The ceiling is stained, too - how the hell does that happen? No, scratch that I don't want to know.
Then I remember that she's dead. It's not surprising; I control others' minds, make them see what I want them to see. Why shouldn't it work on my own brain? I keep thinking that we're just running, and she's safe back at the apartment, waiting for me to come back.
If I had it my way, I wouldn't remember that she's dead. I'd just slip into a world I create for myself with her and a baby. I can forget for awhile, but I can't fool myself forever. Maybe if the other two were quieter, I could concentrate better.
When I reach over to turn off my light, I notice Mohinder looking at me out of the corner of his eye. No, buddy, I'm not reading your minds. They don't get that it is tiring - just because it's a mental power doesn't mean I don't exert energy to use it. I don't even want to read their minds. I just want her beside me, I want to go back to my crappy security job and climb ladders the old fashioned way and not use my powers anymore. These get us into more trouble than out.
Sleep will bring dreams I can retreat into. I won't have to worry about fixing anything, I can just drift for a few minutes. Because that's as long as fantasies last, really. Even sleeping for hours, you wake up and it's a memory that spans a few seconds. If only I could change that.
Prompt: Abandon the search for truth. Settle for a good fantasy. - Anonymous
Then I remember that she's dead. It's not surprising; I control others' minds, make them see what I want them to see. Why shouldn't it work on my own brain? I keep thinking that we're just running, and she's safe back at the apartment, waiting for me to come back.
If I had it my way, I wouldn't remember that she's dead. I'd just slip into a world I create for myself with her and a baby. I can forget for awhile, but I can't fool myself forever. Maybe if the other two were quieter, I could concentrate better.
When I reach over to turn off my light, I notice Mohinder looking at me out of the corner of his eye. No, buddy, I'm not reading your minds. They don't get that it is tiring - just because it's a mental power doesn't mean I don't exert energy to use it. I don't even want to read their minds. I just want her beside me, I want to go back to my crappy security job and climb ladders the old fashioned way and not use my powers anymore. These get us into more trouble than out.
Sleep will bring dreams I can retreat into. I won't have to worry about fixing anything, I can just drift for a few minutes. Because that's as long as fantasies last, really. Even sleeping for hours, you wake up and it's a memory that spans a few seconds. If only I could change that.
Prompt: Abandon the search for truth. Settle for a good fantasy. - Anonymous