Why can't I accept that this is reality?
My hand reached down, and touched the spot where the wound was. It was... gone...? It healed!? I almost fell, making a loud noise accidentally kicking against the metal bars. "Who's there? Hello?" I heard someone say as I was reaching the bottom. I saw them again, but they looked different. June had a tear flowing down her cheek, and Michael was just standing there. They looked like they had just seen a ghost.
All of a sudden, June held a knife to my throat and said "DON'T JUST STAND THERE THINKING THAT WE'D BELIEVE YOU, BASTARD! YOU AND I BOTH KNOW THAT HE WAS GONE THE MOMENT THAT BLADE WENT THROUGH ..." June dropped the knife and started crying. I remember it all now, that everything after I took the hit was a dream. In fact, I got it all wrong after the split second I got in between June and the woman. It feels like a different reality, apart from the one before. Maybe I don't belong here.
~le correct flashback~
She was going to kill her in front of me.
Everything was in slow motion. I shouted, I stumbled, I limped. Suddenly, I felt an immense pain in my chest. I looked down, and saw that the katana had pierced through. I couldn't react to anything. My eyelids felt heavy, my eyes closed shut and June's voice faded away. Take care of her, Michael.
~End of Flashback~
"First you kill your own brother, and now this? You are beyond sick, Yeni" Michael said as he glared at me as if I was one of her creations. "What are you waiting for? Just kill us already."
"You don't understand, I am Andrew." I finally said. "Prove it. Six words don't bring back the dead." Michael said sternly. "Remember when it was below freezing in January? We were so bored that we counted the tiny icicles near the courtyard. There were 102, Michael." I recalled. "And remember that time when we pranked Mrs. Wilson with the cheap flour from the cafeteria? She blamed Greg, but was so mad that she forgot to give him a detention." I said, almost laughing.
"Not to mention, I remember that time when the door broke down when you were leaning on the door of the female showers. Your face was so red it was same shade as a tomato!" I recalled one final time.
".... Andrew...?"
BREATHE
*Inhale*
*exhale*
Are we good now?
Alright.
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The Final Exam
غموض / إثارةA telephone rings. It's eerie song emanating through the entire room. As I reluctantly pick up the phone, I can't help but feel I've done this before. Music. "Hello Margaret." She says it in such a way that it becomes clear to you she's smiling on t...
