What would happen if your name isn't your name? If you aren't who you think you are? And if what you believe to be real is an illusion created by your tormented mind? How would you feel?
In this story, fantasy sets the stage for a world where Chlori...
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With Tyler, we sat down to rest on a rock, trying to catch our breath after having been running for so long. I had hoped to at least find a road, but instead we had gotten lost in the woods with no idea where to go.
I wrap my arms around my torso in a desperate attempt to find warmth.
"What are we going to do?" I ask with a trembling voice as vapor escapes from my mouth. "I'm tired, cold, and don't know how much more I can take."
Tyler looks at me expressionless. He too is fighting the cold, I know it, I can understand it without him saying a single word. But I am truly tired and we've only been walking, we may as well have been going in circles.
"We have to keep going," he finally responds. "If we stay here, we'll die of cold or hunger. For now, we just have to keep walking, we'll figure out what to do later."
I nod slowly with caution. I can't help but wonder if he really has a plan or if he's just saying that so I won't ask.
"Shouldn't we have seen at least one road? The village isn't that big," I voice my doubt out loud.
"I wonder the same thing. Maybe this place isn't very similar to Nikolskoye."
That statement makes me stop in my tracks.
"Why are you stopping?"
"How do you know we're not in the village?"
Tyler doesn't respond.
"I asked you a question. How do you know we're not in Nikolskoye?" I ask again, more insistently.
"It's just a theory."
I knew he was lying.
"And why is that?"
Tyler runs his hands over his face before lowering them as he approaches me. Something in his demeanor makes me alarmed.
"Do you doubt me?" he changes his gaze to that of a predator. "Do you want me to be honest?" All traces of trust I had towards him evaporate after that question. I am unable to react, confused and trembling, I barely nod my head in agreement. Tyler takes my arm and pulls me towards him with force, pressing me against his chest. He slowly leans his head towards mine. "Kiss me and you'll know the truth."
An external force pushes me towards him. By the time our lips touch, I open my eyes and jerk awake in bed. I feel the sheets and breathe heavily.
"What...?" I mumble.
I see that I am in a semi-dark room. I look around, trying to remember how I got here. I see men's clothes on a chair and a phone on the nightstand. Suddenly, I realize that I am in a stranger's bed because it is definitely not mine. I touch my head, feeling dizzy with a slight feeling of nausea. I try to remember what happened but everything in my memories is blurry and confused.
