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—JAHSEH.
"I stood there watching myself surrounded by cameras, if was a out of body experience".
"Next thing I know I wake up in a small ass house in the middle of nowhere" The young therapist looks at me with lost eyes.
"I'm not crazy," she crossed her arms, "I was supposed to be reancarnaited into a new body I- I went back to this evil me".
I looked at her with pleading eyes hoping she could believe me, Silence was beginning to grow.
"I need you to help me figure out where I really am" Before she could speak a bodyguard storms through the door.
"We're going to need you to step out sir" I watched as the girl sat there not saying a word, I felt like she was my last hope.
—INDIGO.
That boy from earlier was all I could think about, He was totally crazy ; I think to myself before hearing noises around the empty parking lot.
Digging in my purse trying to feel for my keys was all I remember before being shoved up against my car.
My heart drops as my cheek is squished against the window of the car. "You're going to open the car and help me".
Could it be? "Mr. Onfroy?" I question before my purse drops out of my fingertips, his breathing was heavy.
I quickly turn to reveal the pale boy, He stood there looking stuck and awkward.
"I'm sorry" He seemed to panic. I felt as if I've seen this reaction before.
I felt compassion and sympathy, It was my only worry when following in my mothers footsteps.
When picking up my purse I blurred out the unexpected, "Get in the car".
His sluggish posture made his way to the other side of my car. My eyes shifted quickly as I tried my best to stay calm under pressure.
We were seated in silence, "Have you been taking some sort of drugs?"
Anger seems to strike his persona, "I told you I'm not fucking crazy!".
Looking away from him as I hear him begin to pant, "I seen it coming. My death".
Turing my listening body to him. He had black and white faded hair— His fashion sense hasn't been seen in the public eye as much.
Ripped black jeans which dangled sliver chains paired with high black boots, And a all black hoodie.
"Planning my death was easier in my head. I was supposed to be reborn again" His nails met his teeth as he began to worry.
"I was famous" My eyes narrow.
His eyes were dark, Pitch black as if he were in agony.
He sighed heavily, "I seen this light after being stuck in this dark room for years. Finally; I thought I was finally going to be welcomed into the world as a whole new person".
"What's wrong with, you?" I said empathizing the you gesturing my finger at him.
"This version of me died years ago, This was all a fucking mistake" I began to think to myself.
I take his hands into mine noticing all his strange tattoos. He snatches his hands away from me before giving me a mug.
"Do you believe me now?" He was truly scary looking but then I realized that this was a sign.
I've always dreamt of my following my own career, This was it; He truly was something to look into.
