Am I dreaming?

I think I am.

Maybe I'm in a coma...

But... how?...

I don't remember...

I think I'm going insane...

I must be dreaming...

I started replaying what I knew was real.

My parents are still alive, they would never leave me home alone too long.

The move was real, not really sure if the house was.

Max wasn't real, sadly, puppies never behave that well.

Sam wasn't real, he moved to France.

Alexis and her gang wasn't real, no one could be that stuck up, and barbie like...

Justin wasn't real... he was too... he just wasn't real.

After I convince myself that I'm dreaming, I try to wake myself up. I pinched myself, I didn't wake up, but it hurt, weird. Then I started hearing voices. I AM GOING CRAZY.

They were saying

"Jessica..."

"Jess, are you ok?"

"Jessica please wake up..." I heard a sniffle.

I started freaking out. Was this even real?

Then I started doubting reality.

And that's when..

I open my eyes...

....at last....