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My head is throbbing with pain.

My eyes hurt even tho I don't have them open.

But there are no loud sound anymore.

My body is aching for me to get of the hard surface I'm laying on.
I lift my hand to rub my head but a streak of pain shoots through my hand.

With a lot of effort I manage to roll onto my side.

I open my eyes expecting bright light, but a dim light fills my eyes instead.

It does make it easier for my eyes to accommodate.

Slowly I open my eyes and take in my surroundings.

I'm in a room filled with.. books? The bookshelves have a creamy collor just like the one I had at my apartment.

Thinking about my apartment, this does look allot like it.

Wait..

I push myself of the floor with the strength I have left.

My breath hitches as I see the vase on my left. My mother's vase.

I can feel my hearthbeat going fastes each time I recognise something.

"No, no".

I quickly hurry to the door and fiddle with the doorknob. Once I get it open, I run into the hall. My hall.

God,I'm back in my old life.

Just as I'm about to lose my mind, the front door unlockes.

I withdraw my breath and fight the urge to crawl behind a wall. It's my apartment, right. Or has it been sold. How much time has passed since I've been gone?, have I even been gone.

My thoughts get interrupted when I hear the doors open and a familiar face comes into sight.

"Mom" I whisper.

Her face falls to shock as she sees me. She drops her bags immediately and runs to me.

My mother wraps her arms tightly around me, pulling me into a hug.

Her sobs start to fill the room as she cries on my shoulder.

"Where have you been?" She chokes out, her voice a mix of relief and concern.

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299 words.
Oh my god, this is it.
I wrote a fucking book in one year.
Holy shit.
09-08-2024

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