Jayden POV
I looked at the other side of the bed and felt relieved that I had gotten out of the dark. When I ran towards the light, I first met my mother.
Her eyes were cold. It wasn't silver like mine; it was pure coldness. No color and no sparkle. She looked at me and smirked.
"Hello, son. We meet again." She greeted me.
I stopped running and was shocked to see her. I was in my own little world after all, so I should expect that's she's here.
"Mom, I'm so happy to see you." I said.
I walked closer to her and hugged her tightly.
Mom was the first personality I created. When she died, I felt like I was going crazy. I could hear her cries and screams in my head, so I made her. I wanted to see her smiling face, so I always dreamed of her. That's what I thought. But it wasn't really a dream. It was the world I created and the one I wanted to see.
