Subconscious Realizations

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And there I was, laying in the bloody porch that night. Wondering what it was that occurred the night before, feeling like I have lost the most important thing in the world, but unable to remember anything. I only had knowledge to speak, and even that was difficult to do so. My name? No idea what it was, but I hoped that those memories come back eventually. I tried to get up, it was a lot harder than it seemed to be, I barely manage to get up when I stop for a moment, and look at my surroundings, it seemed like a nice apartment, decorated nicely, with that woman's touch. I stumble my way into the living room, I feel light headed, I arrive only to look in the mirror, and see the reflection of what horrifies me to a point where I black out. What I saw in that mirror that night was something I yet cannot describe, for people would think I was insane if I did, although there was nothing sane about what was going on.