The words “is it because of them?” came to his mind. “Is that the “them” she was talking about?” he thinks to himself.

Who are you? He asked while backing away.

* “Didn´t you notice your blurry memory?” The silhouette asked while appearing in front of him just a little outside the stage, as if to make sure he couldn´t clearly see it.

How did they just appear in front suddenly? Teleportation? And what´s with the voice and appearance? Why can´t I tell anything about their appearance and gender? What is going on? Thoughts kept on flooding his mind nonstop as he couldn't get himself to calm down.

The silhouette didn´t say anything as it just stood there staring at him while he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.

My memory is blurry? What do they mean by that? Is there something I´m missing? But should I risk trying to ask them? They clearly don´t seem normal? But is there any other option I have? After thinking about it for a while he finally decides to try and talk with the silhouette.

* What is going on? Why is this happening to me?

* .... Calm down, no need to rush.

“Calm?” Upon hearing that it felt as if a trigger had gone off inside him.

* CALM??? HOW THE FUCK CAN I BE CALM? I DON´T REMEBER MY PAST, I KEEP GETTING KILLED BY THIS SO-CALLED GIRLFRIEND OR WHATEVER I APPARENTLY HAD, I KEEP HEARING FUCKING MURMURS IN MY HEAD EACH TIME I DIE WITH THEM GETTING LOUDER EACH TIME, EVERY NOW AND THEN I KEEP ENDING UP THIS THEATER LOOKING PLACE WITH SOME MYSTERY FUCKER WHOM I CAN`T MAKE HEADS OR TAILS OF AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO SAY I SHOULD BE “CALM”??? WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO SAY THAT?.....

The desperation in his voice was clear as he kept going on, however the silhouette didn´t say anything in return it was almost as if he was yelling at a wall.

Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.

* AND DON`T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON MY LAST DEATH....MY LAST DEATH....my last....

Before he could even finish his sentence, his mouth became dry, while his voice trembled, his legs began shaking little by little and his hands started to sweat. He started moving his sweaty hand throughout his body again, touching his legs, shoulders, ears, and so on as if to make sure everything was still intact. He knelt down cowering while touching his shoulders. It was as if he had been in a trance just a moment ago while screaming and lashing out his anger, just to start vividly remembering his last death again.

- pfft

* Ah, sorry sorry, it´s just......hahahaha I couldn´t help myself. The silhouette started to laugh.

Enraged and shocked at what he was seeing he yelled at top of his lungs.

* WHAT`S SO FUNNY FOR YOU TO LAUGH LIKE THAT?

* I mean wouldn`t you find it funny and satisfying if you the person you hate suffer like this?

The silhouette said while stepping onto the stage as a spotlight started following her on the way there.

* “Khalida” that´s the name of the man who raped and killed my little brother 3 years ago.

The moment she said that the theatre seemingly started distorting as it eventually became a pitch-black field as a screen appeared out of the blue and started displaying something.