I talked a little bit more to this "anonymous person". They seemed rather interesting, denying the fact that they wouldn't share their name, they seemed like the person that would have a long backstory.
"The lights are flickering, why don't you get that checked?" I exclaimed.
"Oh. We like it like this."
"What? We? Are there other people?" I asked.
"Oh yeah. I don't know, 2 other people I guess."
"You guess?" I asked.
"Yeah. They're not really people actually. They are more of... objects?"
Heck. Was this person I was talking to a object? Am I in my right mind? I don't know. I don't think an array of chairs, eyes that follow you and the smell of musty op shop would be real. I have no sense of time here even. It's like I'm in a dream... that's oddly a.. reality. I don't know if I can trust this person yet, but they are my only hope.
"Do you know the people here? Or uh.. objects?" I asked curiously. I wanted to find out.
"Uh, yes I do. But it's kinda hard to explain."
"What do you mean?" I asked. It was weird, how can you give a straight answer and then say it's hard to explain?
"Well uh, we're not in good measures. We have slight relationship issues"
It seemed like the person I was talking to, didn't know what to say to me. It's like they're hiding the truth.
ANONYMOUS'S POV:
I can't explain any further to her. I don't want to either. It was for a reason. I don't want her finding out about the others. Virus could come down to this girl any second and tell this girl all about our lives. I NEED PRIVACY.
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