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Opening my eyes to look at the hard concrete, or the padded down walls, or even the sun light burning my pale skin.  Except it's not any of those things when I open my eyes, but it's a whole new world.  A dark world that surrounds me and everything I want, I stand alone walking, some say it's just your imagination or your daydreaming.  But I call it my reality, I can think of different things and it will appear right in front of me as if I was walking out of the hospital walls.  That's how I can be able to communicate with the others.

In my reality I can summon different places like coffee shops to go and meet up with them.  Or I can summon fashionable clothing to wear while I meet a new someone, or go to be in a magazine.  Right now I'm walking in the dark trying to think of a place I can go to talk with Anti, I need to talk to him about Fischbach.  Maybe we can go to another coffee shop in Paris, maybe a fair where we can get some cotton candy, or maybe-.  My thoughts are interrupted by small footsteps from behind me, "I can see your thinking again, ya know Schneep told me it's not h̵̩̙̱̺̤̒͒̍̇̕͢͝e̪̯̠̼̤̅͌́͂̉̀à̛̞̳͚̬̅̃̔̾͟l̴͇̤̥͖̱̔̀̍̎͊͌́͜t̢̡͍͎̬̤̱̃͑́̄̈͌͌͜ḫ̩̫̮̗̻̙̠̓̃̐́̀̓̾̿̓͗͜y̛̛̛͕͚̞̲̍͒͑̔̏̅͟͜͝ f͇̯̥̥̃̎͊̀̿̕͢o̧̦͈͖̫͕̩͒̽̾̾͊̀r̷̢̤̳̭̟̪̩͋̍͆̏͂̚̕͝ͅ y̸̫̫̙̫̺̝͕̬̝͂̾̈́̐̀̈͟͡o̷̧̤̪̙̥̱̼̳͍͑̀̃͊͂͑̋͠ũ̪͚̮͕̰̟̹̣͌̈̌͆͝͞͠ t̨̡͓̱̼̪̣̙͓̖͛̐͒̉͂͒͗̿̓̕ơ̶͍͉͙̻͓͇͖̻̈́̊̏̀͘ͅ t͇͎̜̳͖̱̥̠̠̔̿̇͑̚͠h̡̼̪͚̬̰͕͑̐̓̑̒̚͘͞í̢̢͖͖̤̩̣̀̽͑̌͌͒́ṋ̜̮̫̟̘̙̙͔͈̔̇̈́̊̃̆͐k̴̡̝̺̣̼̱̠̜̓̀̓̀̉̈͟͝ t̶͉͖̥͙͈́̑̃͘͢͠ǫ̶͓̥̘̙͓̲͙̦̱́́̈́͘͝ m̢̡̡̨͔̜͖̦̙̗̈́͌̔̆̔͋͘̚ú͍̳͖̱̳̘̄̉̀͋̌͟͢c̶̛̫̫̭̩̗̱̫̀̀̅͐̆̀̃̚͠h̴̨̫̮̙̰̹͖̳̿̃́̀͒̓͋́̾͜ " I can hear Anti's disoriented yet soft voice say.  

 A corner of my lip twitches up in a half hearted smile, just thinking of how much Anti is like a big brother makes me happy.  "Hello Anti, it's nice to see you too", I turn around holding my hands behind my back, he comes into the little light provide in the dark space.  "So where would you like to talk today, Miami beach, or Tokyo, maybe back to England where we grew up, or we can go back to good ol' Ireland", I chuckle to myself.  Anti chuckles too and steps a little closer, he looks around with his different colored eyes sighing to himself.  He looks down at his clothes and closes his eyes, probably thinking of a new outfit.

Anti smiles and shakes his shoulders a bit making a leather jacket with small spikes on the shoulders appear on a charcoal colored shirt.  His plain black jeans with torn knees stay as a pair of Chuck Taylors appear on  his feet, along with a knife hidden in his sleeve.  "I suggest you change too because I want to go back and take a look in the past", he states keeping a smile on his face.  I look at my plain white T-shirt and black pants thinking of a different set of clothing choices I could try.  Honestly the last time I got to try on new clothes in front of a mirror was ages ago and I've wanted to try different styles in real life ever since.

What if we tried some new colors besides black and the typical blue, maybe some stylish colors like pink or gold, maybe I can try some white.  Maybe we can try some new high school look, maybe a shirt with a design on it and then we can do a little jacket on it with some blue jeans and thicker shoes.  I smile at the thought of my outfit and start to create what every little detail looks like.  Soon enough I shake my shoulders a bit and I can feel the weight of the new clothes set on my body.  I look down and I can see a gray shirt with a logo that says rolling stones in wavy letters, the shirt has a nice white jacket that puffs around it.

I look to a side mirror and see the shoes I'm wearing are big black high heels that have a thick heel in the back making the heel a boot.  To top it off there is also blue jeans that have little shreds on them making it with hints of white.  I turn to Anti to see him smiling and he nods off to another direction making me look to where he is.  "We have to get going now we have little time before you have to go back in the real world", he says more in a serious tone making me follow him.  I wonder why he said we're taking a trip in the past, I remember when he said when I came back here that he wanted to research more on Mark.

He nods again and points in a direction slowly walking towards that way into a portal opening, it's really fascinating how this works.  It's like when a deer is peacefully walking through the woods, you can hear every footstep they take and every leave that crunches beneath their path.  Until a gun shot shoots through the quiet aroura and interrupts every bit of silence there is, that is how some would describe walking into a memory portal.  One moment your walking through a peaceful abyss of black surrounding you, then your walking into an emotion filled memory like a whole new world has appeared in front of you.  I walk slowly behind Anti and enter the new memory, it's a wave of happy emotion that surrounds you when you first walk in.


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