On a cold morning in Florida, in a modest studio apartment.
I wake up with a big headache, how good it is to start the day like this, I get up, wash my face well, have my breakfast which consists of bread with mayonnaise with a cup of coffee, put on my uniform and leave home.
I start my short journey to my work, arriving I can already hear Daniel and Richard arguing, they could talk lower at least, I go to look what is missing on the shelves, I get what is missing on the stock and start to organize the shelves, when I finish, I check if David already took the invoices, I don't need Richard blaming me for something that is not my responsibility again...
Lunch time arrives and I look at Jessi, a tall brunette with those legs, I like it better when she comes in leggings, but jeans are not bad.
The look she gives me is scary, better be more discreet next time.
And we go back to work, receiving the deliveries, organizing the documents and making sure that David didn't do anything wrong.
Finally the day is over but today is Wednesday and I have to see my parole officer.
Why does it have to start right after I leave work, my luck strikes again.
Damn holes in the sidewalks and people who don't respect the crosswalk.
And everything goes white what was that?
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Probation Officer's Office
Two people are sitting in the room - an old man, wearing slacks and a dress shirt with a pair of tennis shoes and a woman who clearly dyes her hair blond and is wearing a long black dress.
Probation Officer "He's late"
Amanda - Secretary "I don't think he understands the situation he is in"
Probation Officer " 27 years old and he's already managed to end his life"
Amanda - Secretary "Unfortunately if it was just the choices he made before, but he doesn't want to change or at least does nothing to change his situation"
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Probation Officer "Let's wait another 15 minutes if he doesn't arrive we will call and if he doesn't answer we will have someone check his apartment"
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In another world
I wake up and I feel sick and tired, I try to open my eyes and I can't, I try a little bit but I finally do and I can't see anything, my body doesn't respond, I can't move.
I feel weaker and weaker and I stop trying to move and fall asleep.
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I don't know how much time has passed but I think I'm in a coma or something like that nothing makes sense.
I can move slowly but I feel like I am trying to push a train each time I try.
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I sleep and move around a lot and nothing happens.
I always thought it was nonsense who said that human beings are social by nature. I lived my whole life practically alone and was fine.
But being in a totally dark room and not being able to move is affecting me and I don't like it.
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I don't know how I haven't starved to death yet, in fact, I didn't feel hungry while I'm in this room.
I started counting the seconds and I'm sure it's been at least a few days since I got here.
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I managed to kick something hard and I felt the contact and something felt it too.
Feel my wrath you demons but for now I'm going to sleep again and I'm tired.
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I tried to speak but I don't think it was a good idea, I almost drowned with something
After the last kick I started to hear something.
But it's too muffled and I can't make out anything.
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Even the kicks are not making me happy anymore.
I can't talk.
I can't eat or drink.
I can't move properly.
I think I'll just open my mouth and leave things to fate.
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WHERE THE FUCK AM I!!!
Name: There is not Age: 34.7619 weeks Titles: There is not Achievements: There is not
hm...am I going crazy, I don't know but let's test it.
STATUS!!!
Stats: - Strength: ? Agility: ? Dexterity: 16 Vitality: 5 Endurance: ? Intelligence: 13 Wisdom: 31 Willpower: 22 Charisma: 2 Luck: ???
I think I've really gone crazy.