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Yes, this is two days late. Sorry, school work's a bitch. Also, this is based off my personal experiences lately with hallucinations. They are not an accurate representation for all hallucinations, only mine. Finally, this is in the same vein as Dead on Your Feet.
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False
Anyone who was normal would say False was alone. Anyone who was normal would say she had no reason to be scared. Anyone who was normal wouldn't see random figures and strange shapes flitting through the air. Anyone who was normal wouldn't be crying in their bed from fear. Anyone who was normal could tell truth from lies, chimerical fantasies from hard facts.
False couldn't. She felt like there was someone there and she was scared because she kept seeing impossible people who she did not know in her base who were going to hurt her.
She hasn't been sleeping well lately. How was she supposed to rest if she needed to keep watch and stay alive, all the while constantly questioning her sanity? The answer was she couldn't. What she could do was sit, wrapped in blankets, playing music to stage off the creaks that must be someone breaking in and the voices which called her name.
"P-please, g-go away," she begged through choked back sobs to a man who made no sense that was and was not there. Sometimes he left, sometimes he didn't. This time he just moved farther away from the foot of the bed.
She was supposed to be strong. She was supposed to be a fighter, a survivor, someone who knew what to do, not pleading with something she knew wasn't real. And yet, it wouldn't go away.
Maybe I'm going insane. I can't tell what's real.
The man stepped closer.
"No, g-go away!" she begged once more. This time he did not obey, simply remaining where he was.
"P-please..." she trailed off, putting her face against her knees. What if none of it is real? What if none of my friends exist?
He stepped closer.
I'm going insane.
Now he was at the foot of her bed.
No, I'm not. It's ok, I just need some help.
"Go aw-way."
He listened this time, backing away.
It's not real. You're safe. The server is safe.
He backed up again, almost at the door.
I can get through this.
"Leave," she ordered, her voice now steadier.
And he did. The last she saw/did not see was his hand on the door before he disappeared.
She exhaled, letting her muscles relax and laid down, finally able to sleep.
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