Blood. That's mostly all I've been seeing now. Not that I mind it. Blood is actually pretty, once you get used to seeing it. Might as well, since I've really seen it all my life. I just like how deep of a red it is! It's peaceful and nice to me. The way it splatters when it touches the ground from someone's body is nice too. Especially when it makes that little droop sound. Anyways, uh, I'm getting distracted now, my bad! Blood is what I've been seeing throughout the past few weeks. I see it on walls, on floors, in sinks, on mirrors. My reflection's been becoming a bit blurry as well. It's fine, though. Other, smaller mirrors don't have these hallucinating qualities. They must be too small.
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RandomDaniel's new life after what happened to him isn't very much different from the life he had back then. Or, was it? In this story, Daniel hallucinates a lot, and we'll be seeing things from his point of view. I hope you enjoy reading: ɦǟʟʟʊƈɨռǟȶɨօռֆ...
