After a well-deserved trip, Sebastian was finally on his way home, and was eager to see his friends and family again. The thought of their faces when they saw their gifts buzzed through his head. It was all so exciting, from the hustle and bustle of the airport, down to the twinge of anxiety he felt as his next flight was delayed for the fifth time.
On the last fling back home, Sebastian drifted off to sleep, though the much-needed rest was cut short, due to a small, very unhappy infant across the walkway. The baby’s name was Alina, which was quite funny, considering that was also Sebastian’s best friend's name. After an hour and a half of making faces at baby Alina, she fell asleep, and Sebastian drifted back off, as well.
Sebastian was sleeping so hard that, when the plane landed, the flight attendant had to wake him up. All he could think about as soon as his eyes opened was getting home. Alina probably won't be there when everyone picks me up. She’ll be at the house to jump out and surprise me. The thought of seeing his friend was invigorating. Sebastian thought about what he would say as he turned the small box containing Alina’s gift in his hands.
The box was all blue, her favorite color. It also had a bright golden ribbon. The tag read: “Please don't hate me! Open it when I'm not around, okay?” What if she didn't like it? What if she didn't read the note and just ripped the box open? Would she love it, or end our friendship altogether? He suppressed the thoughts as he got his bags and headed to the lobby.
As he predicted, no Alina in sight. Not that he wasn't happy to see his mom and stepdad, he just missed her. After an extremely awkward hug in the middle of the walkway, they were off.
“Hey, Mom. Alina is at my house, isn't she? She is probably going to prank me when we get there,” he said and, to his surprise, her response was not what he thought she would say.
“Who is Alina, Darling? Did you meet her on your trip?”
“N-n-no? She has been my friend for years.”
“Alina doesn't ring a bell.”
” Mom, she was in our family Christmas card last year!” he stuttered in response. “If this is a joke, it's not funny.”
“Are you sure her name wasn't something else?”
After that strange encounter, they were at Sebastian's house. Unlike his previous prediction, Alina wasn't there.
“Take it easy, Sweetie. Rest up. Okay?” his mom said, giving him one last hug.
“Yeah,” Sebastian mumbled, still trying to take in what just happened. I swear her name is Alina! I couldn't have forgotten her name. I've known her for years!
Just as his head was buzzing with thoughts, so was his phone. Someone was blowing it up. As he picked up the phone, the wallpaper was still a picture of him and Alina. I knew she wasn't fake! Maybe they just spaced on her name or something. Yeah, that's probably what happened.
The messages that he was getting were from his mom. They were all to the effect of getting a therapist for Sebastian so he could get the whole Alina thing sorted out. Surprisingly, his mom was willing to pay for it, too.
After a few weeks, there was an appointment, a date and a time. Sebastian went with his mom, not because he wanted to, but because he thought it would make her feel better. At the appointment, they all talked about when the whole thing started, and possible reasons it could have come about. Even though imagining things was brought up as a possibility, Sebastian was still one hundred percent sure that Alina was real.
After a few more therapy appointments Dr. Mc Connell, the therapist, suggested something. It was unthinkable. Sebastian was completely fine. Sure, he still hadn't heard from Alina, but she probably went on a last-minute trip somewhere. His mother probably just forgot her, but somehow he's crazy? This whole thing just smacked him in the face again, all at once.
Now that he was thinking about it, it made sense why they thought he was crazy. He came back from a trip looking for someone that, to their knowledge, never existed. Now, he was sitting in a dark therapist's office that smelled of fish, and trying to explain for the millionth time that an unknown person does, indeed, exist and that they had been friends for years.
“Hello? Sebastian?” Dr. Mc Connell said, trying to regain his attention.
“Yeah. yeah… just thinking about it.”
“You know, you could think of it as a field trip. Just go, and pick something to… write about or draw. Make it a vacation.”
“How am I going to make a psychiatric ward a vacation paradise?” he said with a twinge of anger in his voice.
“Remember, it's not permanent. Okay? It's just a few weeks. That's it.”
“It’s okay to be nervous, honey.” His mom spoke in a soft consoling tone. “If you don't go, then you might not be able to get the help you need. Just try it, for me.”
“I'm not nervous, I'm just frustrated that you can't remember her. If this never happened, then everything would be perfect, and I would be happy. But no. She had to disappear, and you just can't remember. Now I'm being shipped off to a mental asylum!” He started to yell. Then, his yell turned into a soft sniffle “I'll go, for you. But I'm not crazy, and she is real”
“We have a room ready about 20 minutes away from your home. It will be ready tomorrow.” Dr. Mc Connell disclosed, as she gave Sebastian a card with the address on it. “Please give it a chance to help.”
“I can't make that promise,” he said bitterly.
The next morning, he got up and packed his things. He ate breakfast, and went outside to wait for his ride. As he sat on the curb, some particularly unpleasant and intrusive thoughts crept into his head. What if this is what I need? Am I really crazy? Does Alina really exist? What am I thinking? Of course she does! And at that very moment, a white van pulled up.
The driver hopped out, and asked, “Excuse me, Sir. Are you Sebastian Kraft, by any chance?”
“Yep, that's me.”
“If ya don’t mind me askin', what are you doin’ goin’ to a nuthouse? Ya seem, well, too normal to be there.”
“That's what I said. I'm going because my mom got me a therapist and she said I need to, just because my mom can't remember one of my friends.”
“Have you seen your friend or heard from ‘em since then?”
“No,” Sebastian said with a sigh of defeat.
After a while, they pulled up at the psych ward. Sebastian thanked the driver for the ride and gave him a tip. Then, he got checked in, and headed to his room.
There was a girl in front of him in the hall, and she was walking slowly. When he tapped her on the shoulder, she turned around.
They both gasped, tears in their eyes.
“Alina?”
“Seb?”