Hey You

Pink had just stumbled out of the bar for a cigarette. It was his last smoke. On his break from heavy drinking, he walked into the alley way next to the strip club. There he saw a few shady figures hanging around. Pink didn't think anything of them. He continued to pace up and down the alley.

Pink was humming a song. "Hey you, with your ear against the wall, waiting for someone to call out would you touch me, Hey you!....." The sentence was ended with a blunt force to the back of his head. The bud of his cigarette flew to the ground and Pink fell forward, out cold.

Pink woke up in a doctors office. Nothing was hurting him, although he was sure that someone had hit him really hard. The doctors looked familiar. Almost like a relative. He just couldn't put anything together. The doctor was going through the routine procedures for a concussion. Pink then asked, "Where is the pain?"

"There is no pain, you are receding."

"What?", Pink thought

"I have not given you anything. The pain is just in your head. Now son... what were you doing in that alley way"

"I was just going out for a smoke, get some air from that dump of a bar."

"Do you remember who else was down there"

"Just some dark figures, I couldn't tell, and sure as hell didn't care."

"What song was that you were humming when they hit you?"

Pink sat there in awe. How did he know he was humming a song. He refused to answer.

Pink yelled out, "Who the fuck are you?"

"I asked what song was that you were humming?"

"How do you know I was humming a song?"

"I know more about you than you think..."

"I gotta get out out of here!"

Pink stood up, but immediately hit the floor. The doctor stood over him.

The doctor said, "You are comfortably numb. When I was a child, I was a lot like you. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of my future and changed."

Pink knew who it was. Father floyd, now Doctor Floyd.

"Dad, what the fuck are you doing here for?"

"It's been awhile. Since then, you ditched the only person who loved you, and since then, you blown all of my money on booze and cigarettes. It would be nice for you to say hi every once in awhile."

"Cut the bullshit, Dad. Why are you here?"

"Son, you are bigger than you think. Why don't you enjoy life."

"Because it won't bring her back."

"She misses you and has missed you since you ditched her. I know, Because I have been watching. Every night, she is out there on here own, and sits naked by the phone calling out would you tou--..."

"Not her," Pink Interrupted, "Mom."

"Ahh, well you have closed your self off from her. Even though you are her son, she was tired of your actions. Your mother was important and after everything she did for you, you eventually told her to get out of your life. Son, you need to get her back. She is a key role in your life, and a key role for what is to come."

Doctor Floyd was filling a syringe. Pink still was on the ground paralyzed. He couldn't understand why this was happening. His dad entered the syringe and whispered, "You have become comfortably numb..."

Pink asked how he could win her back but blacked out before his dad could answer.

Pink woke up with a massive headache. It had only been a few minutes. There was blood and his wallet was gone. It was all a dream. It was all a fucking dream. He looked up and saw someone staring at him from the street. He yelled out, "Hey You! Don't help them to bury the live!" He sat up until he could stumble into the bar. With the blood on his chest, He asked the bar tender to fill one up and put it on a tab.

He sat there drinking and thinking. The dream he had was as clear as a memory. He had to see his father. He had to see his mother.