A month has passed and I’m still here. In an abyss with no railings nor a simple rope to hang on to. I see a thread and I hear voices saying, “Hang on”. I don’t know the origin of this thin thread and I’m completely lost as to where the voices may be coming from – but I hear them. I grip the thread and it snaps. Falling, falling, falling. Please just let me hit the ground. Another thread appears and it seems to be a lot thicker than its former form. I attempt to take a hold of it but I feel myself falling much faster, the abyss getting darker, and the thread slowly disappearing above me. Why do I even try? What for do I push myself to grab hold of this thread still unbeknownst to me? I land. I’m not hurt and nothing’s broken. I should probably try walking – as if I have a destination. Slowly, things begin to clear around me. I see a house that oddly looks like mine.
Something about this house.
As I reach for the handles of the gate my hand goes through it. “I think I can walk through this.” I then walk my way inside the house without its walls and doors getting in my way. It is my house. Upstairs… Someone’s screaming? A door bangs shut and the house begins to rattle as if an earthquake struck. I check to see who or what is screaming. As I make my way up the stairs the house continues to shake. Every room has their doors open. Every door swung open, but mine. Why so curious? Peculiar sounds should not be a surprise to you anymore. The closer I get the louder the screams ring in my ears. Hesitant to open the door – or walk through it. What could it be? Wait, it’s sounding eerily familiar. It cannot be. I don’t want to do this anymore. Let the floor swallow me once more. It’s too much. What could possibly make me enter this room while I’m enveloped in fear and shame? I’ll do it. I reach for the doorknob and my hand goes through. “Right, I forgot.” I lift my hand up to the door in front of me as I contemplate whether I should enter. What’s the worst thing that could happen? It’s not like something will eat me alive, as if numbing myself for a couple of years hasn’t already feasted on parts of what I have left to consider me a being. I enter and I see… me. It can’t be. Why can’t it be? It was me all along. I press my hands against my ears as I get closer to the sound. My eyes are wide open, as if you could already see the hollow space behind the eyes. The expression gets more terrifying as I observe what seems to be an open mouth unaccompanied by a jaw. I stand right in front of myself and see a resemblance that sickens me. All I needed was to scream for the both of us to look the same. Frightened, I back away. I wish I could comfort this… thing in front of me, but it seems too late.
A way out. I need to find a way out of here.
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