The Dark Reality

“I just can’t believe it. How could I be so lucky and escape without a scratch, yet her life was taken away, all because of a stupid drunk driver,” Jason cried out.

“I know, it’s terrible. We can’t control what happened, we can
 only control what we do from here Jason. It can’t help be healthy to be so hung up on her,” Sarah, Jason’s sister replied.

“But I loved her so much! I was going to ask her to marry me as
 soon as I could muster up the courage! It’s not fair Sarah, I had so much left
 to tell her, so many things I promised to do for her.”

“Things left unsaid can often have a greater impact on one’s self-worth
 than those we choose to share. I understand what it’s li-“

“You don’t understand Sarah! Not until you lose someone without
 telling them that they meant the world to you and that you would sacrifice
 anything just to see them smile.”

“You know Jason, I did hear of a new technology where scientists can reanimate deceased people into holograms. They have all the thoughts and memories of that person. They want to record brain activity or something. Maybe if you present your case you can be a part of the trial experiments.”

Jason’s heart fluttered. His mind jumped to all the things he would say to Jessica, his deceased girlfriend. He googled the tech firm and found information on the lead scientist. Jason explained his situation, begged to be a part of the experiment without sounding too desperate, and exhaled deeply as he hit “send” on the email. Then he waited.

Jason was a mess. The only thing that kept him going was the thought of seeing Jessica again. His doctor prescribed him anti-depression medication that Jason kept on him all the time, popping one every hour, but it had little effect. Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait long and five days later he received a response from George Herman, the lead scientist.

“I send my sincerest condolences for your loss, Jason, and I hope my words can offer you some hope in your time of grieving. You are a solid candidate and we would love to have you as a subject for our experimental new technology. You will be compensated for your time. Please let me know if this still interests you. Best, George.”

Jason couldn’t believe it, he would get to see his beloved Jessica. His hands shook and tears filled his eyes as he quickly wrote back to George that he would do whatever it took. He received the address of the lab where the experiment would take place, and waited in agony for the day to arrive.

The day arrived. It was an unusually cold day for October. The bare branches of the trees swayed in the rigid breeze. The sun, shrouded by clouds, provided no warmth. No birds were chirping, no horns were honking. It was as if all the unseen eyes of the world were on him. Silence dragged on his heels, and the only sound was the almost inaudible thud of his feet touching pavement. His body was numb and his mind saw only one thing: Jessica. The quiet intensified as he walked up to the front entrance, a small, unlabeled metal door. The handle was cold to his touch, so cold it snapped him out of his daze. Jason looked behind him and noticed how the once beautiful world now looked so unforgiving; his world had died along with Jessica. He couldn’t help but think he would never see the world like this again, but with one look over his shoulder, he stepped into the building.

Jason walked down a long gray hallway that seemed to stretch for miles, or at least it felt that way. At the end of the hallway was small lobby with four chairs neatly placed against the wall.

“Mr. Herman will be right with you, sir,” a receptionist said monotonously.

After a few minutes George walked out with two assistants. George smiled and asked, “Do you want to see Jessica again, Jason? Put these microbes on your head. She’s right through those doors,” pointing to the double doors opposite the entrance.

Jason jumped up and ran through the door. There, behind a desk, was Jessica. He couldn’t believe it; it actually worked. There was the love of his life who he saw die in front of him. There she was, with her long brown hair and that cute half smile she would do.

“Jessica! I can’t believe you’re here!”

“I’ve missed you Jason, I’ve seen so much.”

“I have so many questions! God, does he exist? What does he sound like?

“Like a dove flying through a gentle snowfall,” Jessica replied with a grin.

“That’s amazing! I love you so much, I was going to propose I wanted to raise a family with you I wanted to grow old w-“

“Jason, please stop. We can’t be together, this is temporary. It’s nice to talk to you but we only have a short time.

“No, please! Jessica…”

“I can never rejoin the living Jason, we can never be together.”

“Jessica…,” Jason squeaked. But he knew it was true. She could never join him, but the lump in his pocket gave him an idea. He reached for the bottle of anti-depression meds, unscrewed the top, and dumped every single one into his mouth.

“No Jason, don’t!” Jessica screamed, but it was too late.

“I’ll be with you soon my love,” Jason muttered as he slipped away into nothing. A smile formed as blackness engulfed him on the cold ground.

“Clinical trial three unsuccessful,” George muttered into his recorder three days later. “Subject experienced extreme depression and committed suicide like subjects one and two, albeit before he even left the room. It seems people aren’t ready to be in contact with the deceased. Awaiting results on subject four.”

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