𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒 - ​𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑦𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑠

06| The night the end began

The formal dresses.
The coffin.
The lotus flower.
The faceless people.
The other you.
The funeral.
"Your funeral"

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You woke up exactly like two days ago.

Your heart beating so hard that you were feeling your rib cage shatter, and the lungs next to the organ collapsing due to the continuous opening and closing of the ventricles and due to the continuous and accelerated passage of blood.

You brought a hand to your chest, while your body was struck by constant chills, caused both by the cold and by the fear that your dream had caused you.
But no matter how concentrated you were, no matter how hard you tried to remember the details, everything was blurred, confused, meaningless.
You only remembered the other faceless you, and the more you thought about it, the more your heart rate increased.

Your head was on the verge of exploding from a continuous noise so loud that your eardrum almost collapsed, but because of your fright you were unable to concentrate on it.

Even though every bone in your body was screaming at you to lie down and never get up again, you did it anyway, and in a hurry, due to the sudden increase of your nausea.

You pulled the duvet off in one motion, and quickly turned around, causing your head to spin even more and causing your headache to get worse than it already was.

You tried to stand up, but fell to the floor, causing a strong -THUD- sure that the next day you would have had a bruise or some mark on your knee.
But ignoring the pain in your kneecap, you tried to get up again.

You put your hands on the ground, and you planted the soles of your feet in the best position to help you support your body and you gave yourself a push with your hands.

The nausea was increasing exponentially, and you had no intention of dirtying your room, and that was the only thing that was trying to guide you to the bathroom.
But you had the doubt that if you would have stand for a long time your body would have failed you, and would have let yourself fall and pass out.

When you finally were on your feet, you had a strong sense of dizziness, as if you were on top of the world with only a small glass pillar under your feet that was slowly cracking under your weight.

The room was totally dark, and normally you would have been able to figure out where the door was, but at the moment your head hurt too much to make out anything in a room where the only visible things were shadows.

You noticed the light coming from outside your window, the only source of illumination in the room, and you turned towards it.
It was there that you saw what caused your heart to skip a beat.

An obscured figure was in front of your window, but you could not focus on anything, not even on the features of it.

And suddenly your fear, which was previously based only on the sense of nausea, switched to the fear of not being alone, that someone was there with you, but your mind still tried to give a less obscure sense to the matter.

"T .." - Your throat was on fire, and the more you focused on the figure, the more you had the feeling that the glass pillar we were talking about before would have break. - "Tayl ... lor ..?" - You forced your body to say those words anyway, and as you said them you took a step in the direction of the figure, thinking it was your sister.
If it was her, she would have helped you get to the bathroom after all, or she would have given you some medicine, right?
You didn't ask yourself why she wasn't helping you since the start then.

You reached out a hand in the direction of the figure, and to your relief it did the same, starting to come towards you.
You didn't notice, however, how his physical characteristics were not at all similar to those of your sister, as they were much more similar to those of a man than a twenty-four year old girl, but every part of your body begged you for physical and moral support in that instant, without even making you understand how much you were really in danger.