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𝟏𝟎. ᴅᴏᴘᴘᴇʟɢᴀɴɢᴇʀ

🍷 ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇʟʏ ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ɢᴏʀᴇ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ 🍷

ᴀʟʟ ɢɪꜰꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ.

🍷 ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇʟʏ ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ɢᴏʀᴇ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ 🍷

ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴀʀɴᴇᴅ.

...

Pushing my legs to trek up the stairs, I made it to my room and flopped onto my bed with a small sigh.

Nothing else was on my mind except sweet slumber at that moment.

I was immediately in a dream-like state as soon as I pulled the plush covers over my body.

My pillows felt like clouds and I was exhausted. I finally got to close my tired eyes, after straining them to stay open all day.

It felt like heaven.

And I drifted off before I got the chance to think.

...

Dreamland, huh?

You never really know...

what's real or not...

while you're in it.

...

The human mind and body are fragile.

Too dependent on memory and senses.

If you were told something had happened or you did something...

perhaps even a blatant lie...

after a while of convincing...

you'd become confused and start believing it...

because there's no real way of proving it never happened.

...

I awoke in a small room, claustrophobic and white with a table and two chairs.

I was handcuffed to one of them.

It was hazy and uncomfortable, like I was being watched carefully.

Oh, I'm stupid, double sided glass.

An interrogation room.

It's supposed to be unnerving on purpose.

I felt weak and jittery.

I stared at the table hard.

How embarrassing.

Looking up again I saw a figure that wasn't there before.

My body jumped on instinct before I could stop it.

Is that me?

He looks like me in a demented way.

Not like me at all, the only thing we had in common was our appearance...

somewhat.

He wore a white button up, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a fitted black waistcoat. Leather gloves covered his hands to his wrists.

A loose tie hung off his neck like a noose.

Dressed for a funeral you could say.

...

My vision was blurry and foggy.

Yet I could spot a crazed smile throughout.

...