Illusional

Conscious Living

"Hey guys!" Phillip said to us excitedly. Yes, the real Phillip. We knew it wasn't really him, though we couldn't help but feel somewhat excited to see him, including me.

"Hey, Phillip..." Stella said back with slight uneasiness in her voice.

"Hi, Stella..." Phillip sounded noticeably angry saying this, though he tried to hide it.

"Look, Phillip..." Stella sighed. "I know this isn't the real you, but... I'm sorry for not deactivating those lasers sooner. They probably wouldn't have gotten you otherwise.

"It's okay, Stella. I completely forgive you for this."

"Oh, well... thanks!"

"Because you're dead." Phillip grabbed an axe from behind his back and prepared to swing it at Stella.

Everyone ran to the back of the room, scared. None of us dared to open the door, knowing who was on the other side of it, but Stella didn't seem scared, stating, "This isn't real. You're just an illusion. What could you possibly do to m—"

At that moment, Phillip swung the axe at Stella with full force, with the blade directly impacting her navel, after which he retracted the axe. Stella froze in place, quenching her stomach, while streaks of blood bled from around the axe blade.

    Andrew came to help, and kicked the axe out of Phillip's two hands, after that he shoved Phillip on the bed and whacked him with the axe (but didn't aim correctly; the axe blade hit the bed, on the right side of Phillip)

John opened the door to our bedroom, but as he did that, the illusions weren't there. Neither was Phillip, but the axe was, and Stella wasn't still trying to stop her bleeding.

A voice behind John creepily asked him, "Did you like what you saw?" and punched him behind his head.

While they were distracted, I tried to find something to heal Stella's wound. I figured a bandage or a pad would do, given the size and shape of her wound. I found a bandage in my medkit I bought over to the cabin in my backpack. Only, when I was about to pick it up, my counterpart shoved me down and tried to steal my backpack. Fortunately, because he was me, it didn't hurt as much as one would imagine it to.

    The good thing was he shoved me towards the bed with the axe, so I quickly grabbed the axe, and swung it at my counterpart. However, just before it made impact, my counterpart disappeared, causing the axe to hit the wall. Split second later, he was right behind me and shoved me down. I took this opportunity to kick him as fast as I could. Fortunately, he couldn't move fast enough, and I'm guessing I hit him pretty good, because he was screaming at the top of his lungs.

    After that, I grabbed the bandage, and threw it to Stella, who was laying down right outside the sleeping room. She quickly applied 2 or 3 layers of bandage wrapping on her stomach. She tried to get up, but the pain from her navel was so severe that she decided it would be less excruciating to stay on the floor, only moving on her back.

"Stella!" I screamed.

"Yes?" Stella screamed back.

"Take my journal! Write whatever you see and whatever they do to you!"

"Okay, I will, Mason!"

Hi, guys!

Mason was right; it's very painful to get up. The axe blade left a huge scar on my navel. It hurts to such a point that moving that part of my body which the axe blade made impact on will feel just like that hit.