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Chronicles of a castaway man

Wednesday morning, 3:00 AM. I open my eyes upon a weird noise that had just woke me up, noises, those things are normal in big and crowded cities. But not here, I’m all by myself in my sailboat somewhere in the middle of the pacific. After her mysterious death, everything reminded me of her, so I ran as away far as I could. The noise repeated once again, some is knocking my door in the middle of the ocean. I found myself standing from my bed and I headed to the door. I opened it. This is so freaking weird, someone or something left a strange black box and disappeared, this can’t happen because I’m the ocean in the middle of nowhere. I climbed the mast and turned the lamp on. I saw no other boat in the distance, I'm scared now I feel the adrenaline running through my veins. Now I’m climbing back down I need to see what’s inside that black box. Now I'm ducking to grab it; I think that is better if I open it inside my room. I turn on my desk lamp and prepare myself to do it. I just found a strange blue pill and card message inside the box. It says the following: “Take me if you want to know the truth about my terrible fate” her handwriting is on that card. Okay, I think I need to drink something, I open the Macallan 18 bottle and serve myself a drink, I haven’t drunk anything science that day, that awful that my little Michelle’s body was found unrecognizable on the dark shadows of the white pillow valley.

I’m starting to inspect the pill and the box seeking for more information but there’s none, so I take the pill and I drink it with my last swallow. I need to know, and nothing is happening. I decide to close my eyes for a while, I remember the day when she disappeared, she never arrived home from school, her body was found three months later. I open my eyes upon a young girl, she is wearing a purple dress and no shoes, she is sitting on my bed.

Did you knew that the human brain cannot distinguish dreaming from reality? The girl told me as she laughed innocently. You see, the perception of reality is just the result of the electrochemical activity in the brain, just as dreaming. Information processing falls to only one thing neurotransmitters; they are the ones that interpret the world for us. So how can you tell what's real and what's not?

How are you? and how did you get in here? We are at the middle of the ocean! I said as I tried to run away, the door is locked.

Don’t be afraid Harold, we are fine, I'm not going to hurt you, whom I am it’s not important, I’m only a messenger. Michelle is ready to see you, the only thing you need to do to stop running and let her in.

What do you mean? Is she alive?

All your question will soon be answered, the girl said as she walked to the door and crossed it like a ghost. The door is still closed; I try to open it but I can’t. I began to hear a thunderstorm. The boat begins to move a lot; the door opens by itself.

I see the girl on the purple dress playing with my little Michelle on the deck, I scream to her but she doesn’t hear me, but that girl in the purple dress did.

She can't hear you Harold, the only way she wants is to me to remind you how she died, and how you were unable to save her. The tide got stronger and it blew the three of us away.

July 31, 2002:

Michigan’s psychiatric center.

-Day 205: Harold, is not making progress, he said that on the purple dress reminds him of the sailboat accident in which he lost his daughter every night since he was rescued from the castaway. New and stronger medication is Advised.

Pd: We need to clean his room’s walls, he drew that creepy sailboat again.

-Dr. John Polk