Chapter 3 - Panic

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Warnings: profanity/bad words, panic attack triggers and self-hate.

Tilting your head to the side to show you truly don't understand what Kie Kamado is saying. She lets out a sigh before saying Tanjiro. Your eyes light up as you comprehend her concern.

That's right. She never told me his name before and yet I knew it. For the first time you are thankful for the language barrier. It will give you time to come up with a lie. After all you can't say you traveled to another dimension.

They would deem you crazy and throw you into a physch ward. Your mind is racing.

Are witch trails a thing here?

Possibly... This is another dimension... a world full of man eating demons. You are not prepared to battle against demons.

"Drink." Kie gently says as she offers a warm cup. Bowing your head as a sign of thanks, you take the tea and begin sipping. Nezuko watches closely then turns to her Mother.

"Where did she come from?"

Kie shakes her head and tells Nezuko, "I do not know. Some say she fell from the sky. All we know is that she speaks English."

Your ears perk up at the last word. Kie nods her head to show she knows. Looking at you she speaks slowly again.

"Rest." Placing her hands on your shoulders to softly push you back against the bed. "Rest. A doctor and teacher will arrive soon."

None of the words make sense yet you understand to take it easy. The two females stand up to leave you to get some rest.

Nezuko gives a warm smile while closing her eyes as if to gesture that everything is going to be okay. Once the sliding door closes you look around the room.

It appears to be Nezuko and Hanako's room

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It appears to be Nezuko and Hanako's room. A familiar object catching your attention. Your mini backpack, with Chihiro from Spirited Away kissing a Dragon Haku printed on the front.

My bag! Shit.
Did they look inside?
Do they know I'm not from this universe.

Rushing out of bed and stumbling forward. Your body aches from the movement. Head throbbing as you grab the bag emptying the contents onto the table.

Headphones still plugged into your phone, chapstick, a single hair tie, sunglasses, Polaroid camera and fifty-nine sheets of instant film. You'll have to use those Sparingly.

Grabbing your cell phone. There is no WiFi or cell service since those won't be invented for another seventy years.

Only fifty percent of battery left. Turning the phone off to save power. Tucking everything back into the bag to hide.

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