• I guess you could say that he was just too hopeful.

    Everyone else always told him that he expected too much, "When it says 'The end' it means that the book is over. There isn't anything else left" they said. For whatever reason, he could never accept this. Kind of stupid actually, but he always wanted just a little more...

    He had been doing what he did best... nothing. It was time to face facts, he was a nobody. A lazy good for nothing kid dragging society down by its heels. Or at least that’s what everyone seemed to keep telling him.

    Personally he didn't see what all the fuss was about. Everyone rushing through their lives. It all seemed stupid to him. He much preferred staying where he was and living in a world created by an imagination.

    It suddenly dawned on him to wonder why he was spending so much time thinking about whatever it was he was thinking about. Shortly thereafter it occurred to him to wonder where he was and why he was there.

    He opened his eyes. "Bright" was the only word that could be used to describe the room he was in. A chequered floor, baby blue walls and a ceiling of white with lights that were far too powerful surrounded a desk of a pale grey wood, ash maybe?

    The receptionist said something aloud. It took him a couple of moments to realize it was his name. He noticed then, that his head hurt. It felt as if a dense fog had seeped its way inside his skull and was pushing against his mind.

    The woman repeated his name and looked around. Kind of surprising, he reflected, seeing as how he was the only one in the room. He looked at her and opened his mouth but she cut him off before he could speak.

    "Ah yes, there you are." She began. He tried to place the accent but couldn't. It sounded like a bit of everything he thought. "Sorry but we're running a bit late, your appointment will have to be pushed back a little bit." She continued. He stared at her blankly. He wasn't even aware he had made an appointment. After wracking his brain for a few minutes the only thing he could think of was that it had something to do with a truck.

    He was brought back to the present when the receptionist laughed at what must have been a very comical expression of bewilderment. "Don't worry about it" she said "we get a lot of confused people here". This of course left him even more confused. And he to make matters worse he had the sneaking suspicion he had just been insulted.

    A buzzer rang and he thought he saw the faintest look of surprise flash across the receptionists face. Whatever it was (if it was anything at all) it quickly wiped itself from her features.

    "My mistake, it seems we are running on time after all. He'll see you now"

    He only then noticed that there were two doors on either side of the room. He got up (Noting for the first time how exhausted his body felt) and walked towards the door on his right.

    "Not that one!" The receptionist quickly said in a tone that seemed just a little too urgent for the circumstance. He noticed a warm orange glow escaping from the small crack underneath the door and felt a warmth from behind it. A boiler room or something probably.

    He headed towards the other door. Very much aware of the receptionist watching his every step. He had just placed his hand on the knob when he was struck by a realization. If there were only two doors in the room then where had he entered from?

    The end.







    He opened the door and was greeted by a flash of light. "What is it with this place and bright lights?!" he thought, "It's almost like..."

    Suddenly it all clicked. The truck, the kid, where he was, why he was here, who he was going to see... and how close he had come to making a huge mistake.

    Suddenly he felt sick. He fought to keep the bile down and fell to his knees. The realization too much for his already exhausted body. The receptionist laughed. "Yeah, He gets a lot of that too."