Something is Wrong

Hello, my name is Daniel, and I don't have much time...
"Wait. Something is wrong. I've been here before. This situation, I have done this before. The things chasing me, horrific looking... No, I can't describe them. I can't remember what they look like."
I turn around, expecting to see my worst nightmares pulled straight from my mind, but instead all I see are people. People in my house, looking at me with worry.
"Dan? Are you okay?," one of them asks me.
"Who are you and how do you know my name?"
"Oh no, it's another episode. The doctor said this would happen," the first one, a middle aged man, said to the other, a middle aged woman.
"Let's get you to the bathroom to take your pills, Dad," The woman says.
What's going on, who are these people? Why did she call me dad? I don't remember having kids.
They slowly shuffle me into the bathroom, where I see a mirror, and as we step further into the brightly lit, linoleum covered room, I see a face in it. It doesn't belong to either of the intruders, and it seems to be following my movements. It's old and wrinkled, not to mention the baldness and liver spots. It almost looks familiar.
"Is that... me?," I ask the trespassers.
"Yes," The woman reassures me, "that's you, dad."
"Why do you keep calling me that? I don't have any children."
"I am your daughter, Sarah, and this is my husband, John."
Sarah gives me four different pills and a glass of water from the tap. I put the pills in my mouth, and take a gulp of water.
"Let's go get you ready for your nap," John says calmly.
We resume the slow shuffle into my bedroom, where I lie down on the mattress and try to process what just happened.
"Let me know if you need anything," Sarah whispers.
I close my eyes and try to sleep. Suddenly, I'm standing in the middle of a field of-something-surrounded by trees. I can see something in the trees, and as I try to focus on it, it leaps from the tree, sprinting at me. I try to run, but I can't move. Right when it gets to me I wake up and scream.
"What's wrong?," shouts a woman bursting through the door.
I look at her, confused.
"Who are you?"
Category:Mental Illness