章 5: Hypnotic Experiences
Huff…huff…huff
I arouse, my heart pounding.
I rubbed my eyes, striving to figure out where I was.
I sat on a bed placed in a room covered with posters and paintings. Everything was so lively and creatively organized.
What had caused me to be bedridden — wait a bed?
I sat up, puzzled, as my head continued to spin in agony — seeming like razors were slicing through it.
When I somewhat regained some knowledge, I quickly realized this was my room. Or at least this was my room before zombies invaded it and I had to leave.
Ignoring the fact that I was currently sitting on my bed in my bedroom when it had been destroyed months ago, I trudged toward the door, struggling a bunch before finally opening it.
Stepping out, I flinched. The floorboards were cold, unlike the floor inside the bedroom which was covered with fluffy rugs.
After one glance, I could tell this was my house, my house when it wasn't absolutely destroyed by zombies. I concluded maybe I was hallucinating — this was surely well before the zombie apocalypse.
I turned to face the other side of the house, the kitchen and living room.
There I saw myself, lounging on the couch — my body looking transparent and my expression being the opposite of all the sweet, fake ones I'd always put on.
The copy looked irritated, and his eyes were fixated on me.
Wait…he could see me?
Then he suddenly disappeared like cotton candy dissolving in water, leaving me confused and concerned.
Rubbing my eyes for a second time, I eyed the kitchen and living room frantically, desperately looking for wherever my copy went.
I strolled to the couch, hoping my wobbly legs wouldn't cause me to trip.
There was no trace of where he had gone.
"You know, the reason your group left you was because your so gullible and fragile."
I quickly turned around — hearing the sound of my own voice, but I didn't see anything whatsoever.
"Not everyone you meet actually wants to help you. They just do it if it has any gain towards them."
Keeping my mouth shut, I tried listening to where the voice came from.
"You thought Keok would help you? You thought Lucy would help you? They didn't. What difference would it make to trust Keres? You don't really know if he's trying to help you or if he's just doing it for whatever he desires."
I shook my head over and over again, attempting to wake up from this "dream."
"Take my advice. Keres is just like Keok and Lucy. There's no point in trusting anyone. You're capable of doing everything yourself. You just don't see so yet."
I then heard a gun get reloaded.
Right as I turned back around toward the living room out of panic, the bullet hit me. I felt an aching sensation come from my heart, where the bullet had gone through, and I dropped to the floor. My eyes were, uncontrollably, closing and I felt blood pouring out of me — just like how my bucket of courage to stay alive was draining.
Everything went black, and silence clogged my ears.
…
Gasp!
My eyes fluttered open while I gasped for air, my head spinning in confusion if someone had just hypnotized me.
Now I was trapped in some entirely white place that seemed to extend beyond anyone would know.
Was this where I would wait before I would be sorted into heaven or hell?
I pinched myself, hoping this was just one horrid nightmare and that soon I would wake up from it.
It hadn't been too long until I remembered there was a zombie apocalypse in the real world, just as bad as this nightmare, if not worse.
What could I possibly lose if I never woke up?
There was piece and quiet here. In the real world, I'd have to worry about maintaining my survival skills, life and death depending on it.
I stood up and started to walk toward one direction, seeing where it would lead me.
Then I started to see holographic images of betrayals I had been involved in, starting from the least important ones and then, going on, ending with the most important ones.
One was the time I let my friend copy my homework in second grade. He had told the teacher, when she became aware of the situation, that I forced him to do it, and the teacher — for whatever reason — believed that I forced him to copy my own work.
Another one was when, in middle school, I had lost my favorite, and most expensive, watch. I ended up finding it stuffed inside my "closest" friend's backpack, lying to me saying he didn't know where it was when I asked him about it before.
After some more walking, my legs getting sore, I found the time in high school I was planning to skip class with the same "close" friend before we got caught. He put the all blame on me telling the teacher it was "my" idea when we both agreed to it.
Eventually, it displayed the situations that had happened in the train.
The first one was of the time Keok was complaining about me, the time he said he'd be a better leader, the time he shattered my confidence.
The second one was when Lucy locked the train door on me — resulting in me almost dying to creatures who craved my brain — making it seem like all those fun times we had together were all just fake memories.
After all those memories, I heard the same voice from before say something barely audible.
"Don't trust anyone."
I swore I was going mentally insane before I started falling into nothingness, my heart sinking while my mind spun once again, hypnotizing myself into thinking I wasn't even falling and that I was hallucinating.
I lost consciousness at one point, trying not to panic as I fell from the endless white room, only silence and confusion still with me as I hoped I would be fine whatever happened next — though I wasn't sure if anything I had hoped had ever been true.
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