The Ultimate Test

The Dream

"Help, someone help me!!" - Morgan heard in the dark.

"Please someone get me out of here" 

"Im here" - Morgan said.

But no words came out of his mouth, it was like he had his mouth open but couldn´t talk, he kept trying to say something over and over again until he just gave up, after that futile attempt to speak he started to listen instead and a few seconds after he heard it again.

"Hello? Is somebody there?!" - Someone said in agony.

As he listened to the voice he started to follow it, trying to see if he could help in some way but being in complete darkness didn´t help at all, he waited a few seconds until he heard the voice again but this time Morgan ran instead of walking towards the voice and after a minute or so he hit is head on something, something very peculiar because, even though he hit his head and it stopped him from running, when it happened it didn´t hurt so he immediately stopped to see or try to feel blood on his head or something of sorts he didn´t feel anything, it´s like it never happened.

He felt strange, confused and most of all lost in that place. After a while Morgan saw a light, a flickering sight of hope, from that second on he started to imagine his bed again, a couple of cold ones sitting on the sofa waiting for him, "what a delightfull picture" he thought to himself while running towards the flickering light.

Finally it was getting bigger and bigger until total and utter darkness turned into blinding light, nothing happened... just white... until all of the sudden he hears a scream but this time it wasn´t far far away into the abiss like the last voice he heard, no this time it was so close that he felt the scream, he felt the pain coming from the person, he felt everything at once, it felt like getting hit by a truck of emmotions and right then and there he saw someone, a man trapped in somekind of weird box with a not very clear glass covering it.

"Hello?!" - tried Morgan in a last moment of despair.

"Hello?! Yes i´m here!" - The man responded.

"How did you get here?!  I can´t remember a thing from the last few days" - Said Morgan confused.

"I don´t know how i got here i just remember being in my house with my son a few days ago and then i woke up here stuck in this damn box!! GET ME OUT" - He screamed in agony.

"I know it´s hard but i need time to figure out why we are both here and how to free you alright?! So we need to be calm and don´t freak out or else it will be worse, i imagine!"  - Said Morgan calmy.

"Yes alright i can do that, my name is John by the way" - Said the man while trying to remain calm.

In that moment Morgan froze, as his mouth dropped to the floor, "that´s my father´s name" he thought to himself, he connected the dots and it all made sense, this man said the last thing he remembers was being in his house with his son and that seems like the moment where Morgan last saw he´s father, but how could it be? Fifteen years passed with no information on the why and how his father disapeared and now he´s here... Having mixed feelings about the situation Morgan just kept trying to figure out how to get him out.

However, out of the blue he started feeling a bit off, it was just a matter of time until he started coughing blood and bleeding from the nouse.

"I don´t feel so good" - He said to the man in the glass box.

"WHAT? Don´t mess with me man... you know im stuck in here!" - Screamed in pain.

As the pain and the feeling of nausea got more and more significant Morgan fell to the floor.

The feeling of being lost is a hard thing to bare, not everyone is prepared to endure such feeling but the thing is humans are meant to feel it one way or another, you can feel it in the beggining of your life or close to end but you will feel it.

"AH" - Screamed Morgan while looking around.

Foor walls and one roof all over again, "all that was a dream?", he couldn´t believe that what he felt in that dream was so real, so genuine, it was like he was really there but at the same time he wasn´t.

After leaving his family and isolating himself from everything he knew, for the first time he felt regret... he felt the pain of not having no one to talk to about this kinds of stuff, although, what would he say? That he had a vision of his father trapped somewhere with no help and alone? Sounds insane, so he had two choices face it alone or do what he always thought was a joke and go against what "he believed", which was nothing in this case particular and that would be talking to his mother and hear the "joke" of an explanation. This was the biggest struggle because although he had a really strong feeling that something was wrong he still thought that this probably had a simple and real clarification.

Was he crazy? Was he insane? Did he finally lose his mind? But the strangest thing was that the man, supposedly his father, said "The last thing i remember was being in my house with my son a few days ago", eighteen years passed and he said days... why does that sound so weird...