Quotes On Escaping Reality Novels & Stories

"Escape all of this." It was eerily identical to a conversation we'd had before breaking up. "Why?" I croaked. Jay could go to Hell for all I cared. "Why do you need... an escape?" I didn't say that, because in the past, the conversation had centered around drugs, and I wasn't sure that's what this was about, in the movie, shit I needed to read the new changes if I was going to survive any of this. "Because sometimes it's better to feel nothing at all, than to feel all of it. I don't think..." She chewed on her thumbnail then shoved her hands into the sand. "I don't think I'm wired right."

“Don’t think of anything stupid while you are here. You won’t be able to escape, so throw that thought from your head.” “I don’t plan to escape,” I replied immediately. That was a half-truth. If I could, I’d try. If not, then I’d have to wait patiently while praying. He didn’t respond anymore, then I faintly heard him walk away from my cell. I guess this was it—the waiting game. ***

I added “Well all of us don’t like liars but we ourselves do lie, so weird” he said I breathe deeply and said “I want to escape” “I thought you don’t escape from your problems or past?” he asked I rolled my eyes, why do I even talk to him?! “I need space to think” I rephrase “Let’s go” he hold my hand to stand “Where are we going?” I asked “I'll escape with you.”

No more praying. No more illusions. I would escape. And when I did— They would all burn.

Elliot shattered me with his assessment. Taking a deep breath, I contemplated my words. He wasn’t wrong. I choose to live in my own head most days because it’s easier to digest than my reality. But that doesn’t make me ignorant. Closing the distance, I stepped another step closer until we were nearly touching, “While you are not wrong, do you blame me? Do you blame me for escaping my reality when it is so disturbingly bleak? Why choose to punish myself with my reality when I simply don’t have to.”

"This is not real. You should wake up. If you die here, you will never be able to go back to the real world. You will be living in an illusion" How do you know that? "It doesn't matter. Run! The way to out. The way out of your illusions. The way out of your dreams. Accepting the reality. RUN ZIA. RUN" I stood up immediately. This is not Will. It's just my imagination. It's just my--- "Ahh...are you about to run? I like that" He said as he licked his below lip. This is not Will. I started running. "Don't get caught now easily, my rabbit" He started running back

Now I'm seeing things. I inhale a deep breath. It’s not real. It’s over. Despite chanting those words in my head, I can’t stop feeling the stickiness on my fingers, the liquid heat, and the sound of droplets of blood dripping into a pool. Drip. Drip. Drip. Then…there’s a voice telling me it’s all over now. That no one will hurt me anymore. That’s what victims do. They escape reality to feel better. But not me. No. My sweaty palm finally latches on to the phone and I nearly cry with joy as my stiff fingers swipe for the flashlight icon.

“We can always run.” “That’s too far,” the anxious girl interjects and what she has said makes us silent. That’s true. She has been silent since we have started to share some ideas on how to escape this place. She’s not wrong but seeing Stacey and everyone’s state right now, we have to do everything to leave this place. “There’s no assurance that if we die here, our actual bodies will also die in reality,” she adds. “So I’m thinking... what if we kill ourselves here instead?”

What if I keep pulling and end up with nothing? I’ve rejected reality for years, running from it, chasing distractions. What if this is all just a dream? What if Mom never suffered a stroke, and I’m in a coma—or just sleeping? And this world… this world I live in… doesn’t exist? Oh, how I wish. I wanted to end it all sometimes, just to wake up and shatter this illusion. Even if it meant turning my back on the people who helped me stand when I had nothing to give.