SCP 1471 [An anomalous life]

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After cooking a not-so-delicious plate of meat and mashed potatoes for both of us, I went back to my room.

I was lying on top of my bed, staring at the wall, looking at nothing in particular.

I had this stupid need to constantly keep doing things so I wouldn't feel useless.

I started cleaning up the dirt and tidying my room, starting with the worrying amount of dirty clothes that were scattered all over the place.

I found several things under my bed, and distracted myself by inspecting them. A board game, a toy gun, and a small pocket radio, although that last one I didn't remember ever using.

(Maybe it was a gift.) -I thought as I played with it in my hands.

[Click!]

...

Nothing, not a sound.
I opened the battery compartment with a fingernail, only to realize it had none.

I left the radio on the bedside table, making a mental note to buy batteries tomorrow, and crawled into bed, a little more tired than before.

I glanced at my phone out of the corner of my eye one last time before falling asleep, in the slight hope that I had received a message, though that was not the case.

Feeling sleep begin to tug at my eyelids, I slowly closed my eyes.

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Before I knew it I fell asleep, only to feel myself falling and almost jumping out of bed.

-...
-Stupid brain. -I thought, settling back into bed.

Groping around, I found neither my sheets nor my pillow under my head.

I opened my eyes to see a small bed, stuck up against the wall.
The floor was dusty and dirty, as if no one had been here for a long time.

Focusing my eyes a little more I could see an opened rusty metal door in the room.

My blood froze in my veins as I realized where I was.

I quickly jumped out of bed and ran out of the cell.

A hallway full of corpses of soldiers in a green uniform laid on the floor, lying in a pool of their own blood.

I backed up a few steps back into the cell, holding my head in my hands.

(This is not real.) -I said, pulling my hair.

-This is a dream. -I said under my breath.

But the pounding of my heart in my ears was definitely real.

I heard hurried footsteps and turned quickly toward the cell door.
An armed figure stood in the doorframe, pointing a gun at me.

The absence of light made it impossible for me to discern his face, and I could only see the red beret on his head.

Before I could react, I heard the deafening gunshot and the gun illuminated the dark room.

-¡...!

I woke up back in my bed, covered in sweat and breathing hard.
I laughed nervously, throwing off the covers and getting out of bed.

I was breathing heavily, as if I had just run a marathon a few minutes ago.

I left my room and headed to the kitchen to get some water.

I walked slowly down the dark hallway of the apartment trying to control my breathing, so as not to wake Mom.

The floor was freezing, but at least that made me feel like this wasn't a dream.