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P.O.V Angelina
My eyes shot open, looking around I realized I was in a hospital, everything feeling off-kilter, my reflection in the mirror a distorted version of myself.
Suddenly, a familiar face appears, Maksim, his voice trying to reassure me despite the strange circumstances. I find myself responding with unexpected words, a sharp comment escaping my lips before I can even process it. "You're all right," he insists, but my reaction leaves us both stunned.
"What the hell am I doing here?" I blurt out, the words hanging in the air, a mix of confusion and disbelief clouding the room.
Just then, the door swings open, revealing my sister's concerned expression as she steps inside.
She's holding Avelina.
Their presence brings a wave of relief and a flood of questions, grounding me in this surreal moment. But somehow everything feels better. As she approaches, Maksim fades into the background, leaving me to grapple with the strange encounter and the strange mix of emotions swirling around the hospital room.
"What am I doing here, what are you doing here? What's going on." I asked desperately trying to get answers.
"This is your fault isn't it?" She asked. Her expression changed drastically.
"W-what?" I replied confused.
Just then he appeared behind them. Again.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
I got off the bed, stumbling once or twice before I caught my balance.
"Leave them alone." I shouted at him, but he didn't listen, he grabbed Avelina again, this time more aggressive, before slowly walking away.
And I screamed.
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My eyes snap open, my heart racing, sweat clinging to my skin. The remnants of the nightmare linger in my mind, the images still vivid and unsettling.
As I try to shake off the fear that grips me, I take a deep breath, trying to ground myself in the reality of my room.
I'm okay, it's just a bad dream I reassure myself. Slowly, the grip of the nightmare loosens its hold on me, and I find solace in the quiet of the night, grateful to have escaped the haunting visions of my dreams.
When I try to get up from my bed, I feel this fluffy rug under my feet, I don't remember having a rug.
The moon shone through the darkness, letting me see.
Wait no... Am I dreaming?
Im dreaming I said to myself, because this wasn't possible. Yet, everything felt so real, the familiar rug under my feet felt exactly like I remembered, the room looked precisely the same.
No this can't be happening, getting up I walked around the room, touching everything until my feet came in contact with my belongings, wrapped up in boxes, so many boxes. My entire life was packed up and laid before me.
This can't be happening. No, not again.
Please, God, not again, I beg you, not again. Not again!
My feet quickly walked over to the window, the same window I'd watch the sunsets from when I was bored.
Reality dawned upon me vengefully with my worst fear. I was back. In that moment I remembered, Maksim. I trusted him.
I hastily rush back to my bed, my heart racing, but I unexpectedly tripped over a box and tumble to the floor, making a loud noise.
Despite the fear creeping in, I mustered the strength and brushed off the fall, quickly getting back on my feet.
Without a moment's hesitation, I dove under my mattress, my hand grasping for the scissors hidden beneath. The room seemed to hold its breath as I clutched the tool, my heart pounding.
Then the door opened, slowly.
My trembling hand was pointed at the door waiting for who ever was on the other side.
When it fully opened I saw him, this time it was real. He wasn't in my dream.
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