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thirty-six hours later —[m/n]
the room goes blurry, then sharpens again. I can't focus on one particular thing— can't keep my thoughts in order long enough to form a story.
"so, tell me, what exactly happened to you? we're you attacked?"
I rub my eyes, feeling my skin burn from the direct contact. it doesn't feel real.
my skin doesn't feel real.
my eyes don't feel real.
my hands don't feel real.
five-o don't feel real.
nothing feels real anymore.
"mr. hisako?"
the buzzing in my ears fades. no it doesn't. it freezes. a full stop on all sounds around me. even my heartbeat. it froze. unable to beat against my rib cage for hours on end.
"huh?"
the officer looks at my nurse, pulling a sigh of relief. "what happened to you?"
oh right. i died. three minutes.
I dragged an inhale, filling my lungs with the burning feeling of oxygen. "well..." my voice was hoarse, cracking.
it hurt to speak.
"uhm... well, I was..."
SLAM my back met the wall, followed by the pain.
the pain.
burning, flesh-searing pain.
she was smiling at me. smiling at the pain. smiling at... my pain.
then the sword.
the sword.
she stabbed me. ran a sword through my chest.
"the fall of [m/n] [l/n]!!"
she killed me. she killed me. she killed me. she killed... me.
she killed me then sent me here. Brooklyn. but, not my Brooklyn. I didn't exist here. my family didn't exist here. the 'Hisako's' didn't exist here.
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