The hallucination not that much.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Okay , she did it.~~~~~~~~~~~~

She continued to eat her cereal , and then later picked up a newspaper lying on the table , that she spotted. After she was done eating , she did the dishes and cleaned her room , as much as she could, for the pain was preventing her from doing so. She ordered take-out for lunch as she was in no condition to cook and Max wasn't going to be there until 3 more hours. She took some rest in the afternoon and soon feel asleep. She was experiencing lucid dreaming more and more often. Something she used to never experience , in 23 years of existing.  The dreaming wasn't that horrifying as in lucid dreaming , she knew that she was dreaming and this was a different place she visited. At least it was way less terrifying as compared to the reality she had been facing for the past couple of days. It was 6pm when she woke up to the sound of the front door opening. She stepped out of bed and saw Max in the kitchen.

"Hey." Says Max upon seeing her.

"Hi, good day at work?" She asked.

"exceptional , nothing out of the ordinary. More over , how are you? Felling better?" Says Max.

"Yeah, speaking of , what happened to me? Last night? I woke up and i noticed wounds on my head and marks everywhere. Did i-"

"Oh no no. The complete opposite of that. " says Max then trying  to tell Stevie all that happened to her, and how crazily it all went down. It was surprising and astonishing how Stevie was yelling so much in pain yesterday and then when she woke up she couldn't feel it that much, just a fair amount. It shocked Stevie herself as well.

"No no, wait , wait , wait, that , no, no. How?"

"I don't know, ask yourself maybe?" says Max.

"So you are trying to tell me that i some-what got possessed and did some crazy shit that i normally wouldn't do? If at all , ever." 

"Yes, also something about a language that Andrew said you drew or carved on a broken car , that was some sort of rare bit of Roman or something like that. Does that mean anything to you? In any  sort of way, shape or form? " Inquired Max.

"No , i do not even know what you are talking about." says Stevie going to get a water bottle from the fridge.

"You cannot lie to yourself all the time , you know that right?"

"I know. Hey listen do you think i should tell my mom and sister back in France about this or let it be all hush-hush. What if i am actually dying and this might be the last words that i end up saying to them , or worse the last phone call i can even make." Says Stevie clamming down.

"HONESTLY STEVIE FOR THE LAST TIME , YOU ARE NOT DYING, PLEASE JUST STOP SAYING , I BEG OF YOU!!!!" Sated Max in exclamation.

"Okay, okay, but should i call her at least?"

"Yes, see that is a better claim. Either way , you haven't spoken to her in a while , a year i'm guessing." Says Max.

"Yes okay, I'll be in my room if you need me ." Says Stevie and leaves to go to her room to call her Mom and Sister back at home.

She locked the door behind her and went in her closet to get her phone , that she had previously left over there.

She waited as the line was ringing after she dialed the number.

"Hello."

"Hello, yes who may i know is speaking?" Says her mom , Hera.

"Mom, ma, mommy, it's me, Stevie."