Prison of my own mind
Well, when I was a teenager, I fell into a coma after being involved in a car accident. I awoke from the coma (or so they told me) four years ago in this coming June, however life seems all too similar to the way it was back when I was a teenager.
I have a theory. I believe that I am still in a coma, and my brain is creating a fake world. A prison of my own mind. So much goes my way, so it'd make sense. Heck, even the people passing on the streets remind me of my old friends and teachers.
Am I batsh*t crazy, or am I really trapped here?