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His hand hovered over the knob for a moment. Nothing felt right. Nothing felt real. His head felt light, like a feather, and his movement, automatic. Every move decided was like the click of a button, from the puppeteer to the puppet. He shook off the feeling and opened his door, to stare into darkness. With a quirked brow, he slowly approached it. It didn't look like it lead anywhere. Or was anywhere. The farther he walked, the farther it stretched out. He chuckled as a memory of him and his brothers strolling in a large forest flashed past his mind. He could practically hear his brother's childlike mocking voice ask if he was scared.
"Ouch" He yelped out as he hit something in front of him. He stumbled back and looked around. The room was empty, small and painted black and white, from the floor to the walls. Before him, was a empty surgical stand with something white, shining in the reflection of the light, caught his eye. His gaze widened and he slowly backed away from the table, hand shakily searching for a door knob behind him.

"?Egnever tnaw ouy t'nod, meht etah ouy"

He bumped into something and spun around. A door. Breathing a sigh of relief, he quickly jerked the doorknob. It was stuck. He shakily took a breath. Remember what happened. Yet not a single thing before he opened that door reappeared in his mind. It all came up empty. He felt light, with every move he made.
"Eli.." A voice called out behind him. He felt a chill go down his spine. If you turn around, there's gonna be nothing there, right? Nothing on that table. Nothing to cut open. He slowly peaked behind him. The sight made him sick to his stomach. He slowly approached the table, eyes locked to the eerie sight before him. Atop the surgical, sickeningly white table, was his brothers head. Tears streaming down his face, spite the grimace that looked familiar to the expression his family had worn prior. Eli picked up the knife, oddly light, like a second breath. He should've felt something, anything, staring down at the person he loved. But he didn't. All the rage, from the years before, the experiences which shaped the person he'd become, socially distant, trapped in a hell of his own mind. The experience that shaped his lack of self. He felt a breath down his neck. Raspy, yet warm. Familiar, yet distant. Like a old friend. Blood spilt on the operating table, forming circles of odd shapes in the reflection of the horror before him. He couldn't take his eyes off him. Minutes ago, it'd been his brother, alive, yet something wrong, now.. It was... Whatever it was was staring back at him, lips half parted with sickly pale skin and a mettalic odor radiating off him. Metallic, like old, rotten food. His hair soaked in red to blackesk blood. It was just.. Oddly quiet. Like a vivid dream. Eli felt a hand pressure down on his shoulder.
"It htrow ti saw?"

He leaned back, to feel the air almost lift him on his own. Free falling was always something he wanted to try as a kid. Seeing all of those YouTube videos of people, rope hooked onto their vest as they screamed and cried, falling down the canyon's vast depth's. The room around him was nothing but darkness swallowing his light body. Till he felt the familiar warmth of his bed. Cameo comforters wrapped around him. He shifted to his side and dragged the teddy bear closer to him.
"I really need to give you a name"