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(RW) Chapter 10- That's the Wrong Answer..

I shot up, waking up from yet another nightmare. I gasped for air as I immediately noticed that I was shaking, sweating, and breathing abnormally quick. Calming myself down with some deep breaths, I slowly laid back down on the mattress beneath me. I closed my eyes, attempting to fall back asleep. I tossed and turned, and I simply couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. Suddenly, I saw a gentle red glow from the door.

Not again..

I curled my legs in towards my chest, taking a fetal position. I again took deep breaths, but thoughts kept speeding through my head like a barrage of bullets. I felt myself start shaking once again. I squeezed my eyes closed, tucking my chin in and towards my chest. I suddenly felt my heart stop as I thought,

How did I just move if I'm in sleep paralysis?

I froze. I was petrified. I wanted to run, but my legs practically went numb. My heart was ready to jump out of my chest. My stomach felt like it was being squeezed, so tight that I felt the acid in my stomach against its sides. My ribs felt like they clawed against my lungs, as my breath was short. I could barely get a full breath in. I knew curling into myself wouldn't do anything, but it was only instinct. Fight and flight flew out the window, and my head chose freeze.

The soft footsteps travelled across the wooden planks, stopping once they laid behind my back. Opening my eyes, my vision stayed glued to the opposite wall. Shadows were the only things I could rely on. It was a person with six limbs from what I could see, four of them having the point of a knife.

I wanted to scream, I wanted to shrivel up and disappear. Would anyone even hear me if I screamed? Was this all just in my head? Was Muffin actually waiting for me on the other side?

Was she right?

I wanted to yell, but I instead screamed into my own head,

"I'M DEAD. JUST KILL ME ALREADY YOU PARASITE!"
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I laid there, getting annoyed with Meme and Laff as they bickered back and forth about who was better suited to 'diagnose' me. Earlier, I heard Blaza ask,

"How much longer you think he'll be out for?"

"Not much longer, maybe a few hours because of- Gulvic was it? My sister blacked out once playin' football and she was out for three hours give or take from a concussion."

"Laff, it's soccer. This isn't Britain."

They both shared a laugh, and Laff continued,

"You know what I meant,"

Then he continued on about my 'condition'.

"Thing is, Socks doesn't have a concussion from what happened. His head never hit the ground."

Then Meme piped in, clearing his throat,

"Shouldn't I be the one that says the medical things and calculations?"

Laff sighed, a little bit annoyed with him, but allowed him to talk. Meme took in a breath and spewed,

"Well, it shouldn't be much longer. The span of time is right now, to a couple of hours."

"That's what I just said."

"That's because you were correct."

"So why did you have to say it yourself?"

That brought me to the present. The two went on for a while until Meme eventually proved Laff wrong. I wanted to let out a groan and tell them to shut up but I couldn't. I was paralyzed. I couldn't move, open my eyes, or talk. It was like I was in a coma. But I wasn't.