𝐔𝐬 - 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐗

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐗:
𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐚

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𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄 𝐈

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"ALEXIA." A DEEP VOICE CALLED.

Everything felt so real but so fake at the same time.

I was in a hallway. A long, white hallway, full of shiny tiles.

Like a hospital or an asylum of some sort.

Everything was quiet and peaceful.

But then I started noticing changes around me; the previously clean and shiny tiles, were now broken and bloody, while the lights on the ceiling were flickering.

The room was getting colder by the second, something that should be bothering me but it didn't.

It relaxed me.

I held in a breath, as a scream echoed throughout the hall.

I contemplated on whether I should walk around, figure out what this place is, but my feet were glued on the ground, preventing me from moving.

Then everything became dark again.

"It's almost over." A male voice called.

The lights came on again, and I came face to face with an older man.

He was sitting on a stool next to me, holding onto my left arm, as I was sitting in a chair.

I suddenly felt a stinging pain on the inside of my left wrist, and looking down, I realized the man was tattooing on my wrist.

000

It read.

What the hell is going on?

"See?" He said. "There's nothing to be afraid of."

Then he looked at me straight in the eyes. His eyes turning from a crystal blue to a blurry green.

"Is there Alexia?" He asked in a distorted voice.

Suddenly everything around me started melting; the colours, the faces.

Everything.

And I started falling.

As the images came into place again, I was back at the same hallway as before.