She loves him, and they're torturing him to death. They're forcing her to give information. She keeps her mouth shut. She can't let them know but she can't take it anymore. They're hurting him! She then said, "Activist." They all laughed. One of them then took the knife and slit his throat. As blood pour out and flood the floor, she screamed her lung out. Watching her loved one die in front of her, she died too. They came to her slowly. She knew what they're going to do. She looked to her left at the sight of the window, she wanted to die too. So she runs away from them as they chased her and she jumps out of the window smashing the glasses that poked parts of her skin. Wind strong on her face and she hits the ground.
I awake, sweating and touching my skin as if trying to find the shards of glasses poking to it. What a dream… it's so real… I wonder who's that girl with red hair and green eyes? I have to meet my therapist today. It's been a confusing week for me. I keep having nightmares full of blood and violence. The news on TV is also not helping. They keep on broadcasting those unresolved murder cases. It's been three deaths already. I can't deal with it and I'm so frustrated and stressed out with myself. I think I'm amnesia. I keep forgetting things that I've done. Sometimes, I'm in a different place and suddenly I realized that I'm somewhere else all wet to my feet. It's awful. What had happened to me?
It's cloudy outside. I took one last glimpse of myself in the mirror before I walked out of the door.
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