Junebug(W.I.P)

Junebug(Work In Progress)
                  
                  June 8th, Olivia and her husband of 6 years, George, were in a heated argument. Olivia claims that because of George’s new promotion that he never has time for her anymore. She's lonely and her only job is to take care of the reason they got married: Dalton. Everyday is the same she argues, she wakes up in her now empty bed,  the body heat from George is nowhere to be felt, only desired. She trudges across the shag carpeting to the bathroom where she looks in the mirror to see that as each long pathetic day passes, the frown on her face drops lower and lower. She takes her pills and moves on with the routine. George argues that everyday he has to wake up before the break of dawn, get to work by 6 and stay there until 8 just so she can sit around all day and do nothing, just so they have this house, and the car, and a promising future for their only son.
                   June 11th, alone in her home with Dalton, Olivia begins to have dark and disturbing thoughts. She still wasn't over the argument from last week, how dare he say all that. She affirms that he has no idea how hard her life is and has been, she's certain he wouldn't even notice Dalton’s absence. She takes another pill and drifts away. Olivia has to take these pills everyday, a history of depression and attempted suicide will make that your future. She's gotten better, she hasn't acted out and of course having a stable home for once certainly helped. 
                  June 13th, for the first time in 6 years George comes home to an empty house and no greeting. He thinks that they have gone to the store, little did he know that they were gone in a completely different way. His family was dead. At least that was the first morbid thought that came into his mind when he saw the blood splatter on the kitchen floor. The new cabinets smashed open revealing a swarm of june bugs. About 30 of them just sitting there like nothing even happened. They had to be recent too for those very cabinets that now lay smashed were just installed last week. The back door was flung wide open letting in the cool breeze among other things. The breeze collided with a piece of scrap paper laying crumpled on the floor. Upon reading it George realized it was a crudely written ransom note asking for a ridiculous sum of money, there's hope, his heart fluttered with a twisted joy as he called the police.
                   June 14th, George awoke on the couch in the police station. They deemed his home a crime scene and obviously unsafe to sleep there. How he got any sleep at all is unknown but he reportedly slept like a baby which certainly will raise a few eyebrows. The police chief came over to George to check on him and get his side of the story, in which George told nothing but the truth. After that business was concluded, the chief said George could feel free to explore the station until they contacted him again. He went past the armory, the confiscated weapons and drugs and then he found a most peculiar board with a lot of pictures tacked to it. It was a missing persons board, he glanced at it not expecting to find Dalton or Olivia on it yet but he did. Olivia’s picture was plastered on it with the reported missing date as June 13th 1987. However, Dalton, who on the poster now had the name of Kyle, had a reported missing date of August 23rd 1967. In complete shock George backed away from the board while gazing into his son’s eyes, completely confused he ran to the bathroom and took many long deep breaths. 
                  “Hey George, are you okay?” A voice from just outside the bathroom calls.
                   He snapped back “Of course I'm not okay! I lost my son and wife and you guys aren't even competent enough to put the right name and date on his damn poster”
                   “Um, what exactly are you talking about sir?” The voice replied
                    “You put his name as Kyle, it's Dalton.”
                    “Actually sir, Kyle is a real child that went missing twenty years ago, we've yet to figure his case out and I didn't even notice the resemblance to your own child, my apologies”
                    “The resemblance? There's no resemblance, that is a photo of Dalton, I saw the scar above his left eye!” George says, now on the verge of a tear filled shouting match. 
                     There was no return from the voice so George left the bathroom to be greeted by a man and a woman wearing all white and carrying clipboards. They spoke no words, only motioned him to follow them, not a single officer was in the station now. He followed them through a corridor until he felt a twinge of pain in his neck. He felt extremely dizzy and began to collapse and as he did he spun around and landed in a wheelchair to be taken off to some unknown location.
                     George awoke in a room of solid white with no discernible walls or ceilings. He doubted the concept of the ground beneath him. He meandered around unsure if he was actually going anywhere or if he was just doing the same thing over, feeling the same things over. Nothing new. Nothing to get excited about. Nothing to smile. Nobody to smile to if he even could. Just George and a room of pure white. Or so that's what he thought until he bumped into a wall. Immediately afterwards the whiteness of the room began to flicker, slowly at first then rapidly until the whiteness in the room ceased to exist. George thought that with no white, he too could not exist. To his delight and confusion a new light appeared in the dark and for the first time George had something to smile at. Something new. He followed the light until he realized it was in fact an exit. He would leave the once dull white room, now a mysterious dark room, and enter another white room that could possibly be the same as the last. That didn't matter to George, the step from one room to the next was the exciting part, he knew what was on the other side. One foot after the other George entered the room. 
                   He shielded his eyes with his forearm as he moved forward and to his amusement as he moved his arm back down and opened his eyes he saw a room that was not all white. He was in a prison cell or something close to it. Insane asylum possibly. He thought anything was possible after the extremely lucid experience he just went through. It felt as if he now knew where he went wrong with his life. He went to get up but couldn't. A chain was on his ankle. He tried again. Same result. He was stuck on the floor. At the top part of the door in his cell was the only window. Due to the chain, George was just shy of being able to see out of it. Occasionally he would see a glimpse of someone's hair but never anything more. George began to bang his feet against the door in an attempt to get someone's attention. Then, he let out a blood curdling scream for his dearest Olivia. Another one but this time for Dalton, or perhaps his name was Kyle. George couldn't tell what has been real and what hasn't. It's all been a blur. 
                   He tried to think back to the last thing he could remember that he knew for a fact happened. The police station, they got his son’s name and date wrong, there's no way that happened. Before that, the house! With the ransom note. He recalled the breeze.  The ransom note and the large swarm of june bugs. There's no way that could have been real, there's never been that many june bugs that just appear out of nowhere like that. Before that, the argument! It was about the promotion. The promotion. Promotion for what? George is struggling to think of what he does for a living. He has to do something, how else would he have that car and the house with the beautiful family. His family! There's no way he would forget the day he and Olivia met, except, no matter how hard he tried the scene just didn't come to him. He couldn't definitively say that anything in his life was real, that is if he could remember it in the first place. 
                     He looked around, closely examined the four walls around him. How can this possibly be real when it seems like nothing in his life has been real. What is reality he pondered as he looked at his ankle chain. It was attached to the wall or so he thought. He got up and to his surprise the ankle chain disappeared. He slowly approached the door and the tiny window into a reality he's never known. As he got closer to the window, he hesitated, George was unsure if he was supposed to get this far. And if he did enter a new reality, then for how long would it actually be real. He sat back down. A chain formed around his ankle again and he watched as he could sometimes see the tops of people’s heads, no more, no less. Perfectly content with this new reality he had just envisioned for himself in these four walls. As time passed the name George no longer had any meaning to him, neither did Olivia or Dalton. They were now just stars in the sky to him.
Perhaps that's all they ever were.
Maybe that's all anyone is.