XIII. Turbidus

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Authors note: I'll be taking a small break after this chapter to overwork and check the grammar on the chapters I already published

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Authors note: I'll be taking a small break after this chapter to overwork and check the grammar on the chapters I already published. Also! I am already working on the next few chapters and the lore.
So stay tuned! And also thanks for the support and many reads! I really appreciate the few comments!!

Cw: swear words, cursing, death, alcohol, smoking, paranoia, stress, blood, gore, being followed, stalking, gun, other weapons, being shot, losing consciousness, mental illness, mental issues, going insane,

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Cw: swear words, cursing, death, alcohol, smoking, paranoia, stress, blood, gore, being followed, stalking, gun, other weapons, being shot, losing consciousness, mental illness, mental issues, going insane,

Cw: swear words, cursing, death, alcohol, smoking, paranoia, stress, blood, gore, being followed, stalking, gun, other weapons, being shot, losing consciousness, mental illness, mental issues, going insane,

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You woke up with a pounding headache. Nolan wasn't there again but he left some ibuprofen on the kitchen counter like last time. You should start thanking him for that.

Yesterday was a blur but you roughly remembered what happened. Were you going schizophrenic? But the amount of things that happened didn't look like coincidences anymore. If you were just imagining being self aware then you would be quiet literally insane but you weren't. Right? Isn't that what all people think tho? Should you get tested for schizophrenia? Maybe your meds weren't doing their job anymore and gave you the worst combination of side effects imaginable.

Finishing only half of your sandwich you got dressed. Zoning out and getting lost in your thoughts wasn't healthy but what else was there to do?

"Maybe all this had to do with the stuff that happened one year ago-" you mumbled to yourself "thats impossible"

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