Ambiguity

Four months and four days. That's how long I've been alone here. Naturally, I'm seeing things. People that aren't actually here. But that's to be expected of a socially deprived brain.

Yesterday, he came to my door. At first I thought he was another figment of my imagination, but then he spoke. The words didn't sound like they were far away or muffled. I froze. And that's the last thing I remember.