My mind speedily processes my vague yet sensible assumptions.
I walk to the terrace to get fresh air.
The fact that I'm nothing but an illusion boggles my mind with a sense of inferiority.
If I were an illusion how could I exist some where outside the walls of Jeanette's mind ?
Or am I wrong ?
What if this isn't the reality? What if this is just a fraction of Jeanette's mind ?
But why would it be?
Why would she illusionise a life of a person completely irrelevant to her ?
As I walk along the walls of the terrace I question myself of my existence.
As my mind has a habit of dousing itself in its thoughts I often tend to forget the environment I'm in.
I walk on the ledge of the terrace the thin stretch of concrete perfection.
Suddenly my feet start to wobble unusually.
The ledge becomes unsteady and I'm forced to lean a muscle towards a two storey fall.
There I am slipping off the ledge of my two storey building.
The two seconds of the fall feels like an eternity.
I land hard on the floor. Each part of my body aches to the highest extent it possibly can.
My eyes blur but I manage to notice that my hand was bloody.
I'm in a pool of blood.
A pool of my blood.
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