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I'm standing in the kitchen, my father is in front of me, but instead of eyes he has pitch black holes.

They bleed black, but that isn't blood, it is like if it pulses, moves and tries it's hardest to stay inside of him.

My father doesn't move, and I can't either and it's like there is a hand holding me from the neck to the mouth, I can't scream.

I tremble in its touch, I want to turn around to not look again at the lifeless gaze of my father but the thing prevents me.

My muscles twitch uncomfortably, and for a few seconds that feeling of not being myself comes back.

I don't know what reality is anymore.

I don't know if this is a dream.

But I wasn't sleeping, I remember looking at myself in the mirror.

A scream is heard, but as much as I want to be mine, I am yet to open my mouth.

Is my father's, now kneeling in front of me, while more of the black substance roll down where his eyes were supposed to be and enter his open screaming mouth.

I can't feel my toes anymore and I realize the room is slowly filing with black.

With a last tremble I am back in my room, standing in front of the mirror, but it's not my reflection I see, it's my mother.

She looks me up and down slowly, accessing me, raising a hand as if she was going to touch me but she can't, she is stuck.

I have this certain urge to try and touch her back, but I hear an unrecognizable voice scream in my head, if only I could hear the warning.

I come back to what I think what reality is now when my cat brushes my leg with its fur.

He looks up at me as if he was concerned but I am in too much of a daze to acknowledge anything.

I move fast, taking the mirror and putting it in the spare bedroom, locking the door and leaving it in there.

I sit down on my bed and try to calm my very fast beating heart, but it's no use until the cat lays with me and curls in my neck, successfully bringing my breathing back to normal.

I brush his fur while trying to remember the last time I had a nightmare, I only ever got good dreams, about my imaginary friend and me, every night without fail.

For a moment I think about calling his name, wanting to go back to being a kid in his safe arms, but instantly take the idea out of my head.

I've been so good, I take my medicine on time, I go to therapy...

So why me?

Why do I have to suffer?

And for a second I contemplate something bad enough and my cat hisses.

But what if I didn't have to suffer anymore?

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An; just a small chapter, but we will have more random ones of those.

They are extremely needed for the plot so  bear 🐻 with me.