-The protagonist: At the beginning of the week and seeing the drops falling... I couldn't help crying...
-The prota's friend: Are you Emo?
-The prota: as I saw the drops fall... I saw every good memory go...
-Prota's friend: Emo is an understatement...
-Prota's friend: I felt that if I cried they might come back to me...
-Prota's friend: Can you stop talking stupid?
-Prota's friend: but they didn't come back... and they moved away and moved away so much that I couldn't see them...
-The prota's friend: And what did you think? That by crying they would come back? You're in the real world, not in a fantasy.
-Prota's friend: *with a deep voice* can you stop antagonizing me every time I say a damn sentence... Well I go on you diverted me from what I was talking about; They got so far away that because of the distance you couldn't see them.
-The prota's friend: (there he started again... I don't know what he's complaining about, I wish he had his life) ...
-Prota's friend: (what are you saying to help me?
-Prota's friend: (shit, what did he say?) eeeeh yeah?
-Prota's friend: ok, hurry up, the police are coming!
-Prota's friend: What do you mean, the police are coming?
-Prota's friend: I just told you....
*wakes up*
-The prota's friend, who in the end was the prota: ah, it was all a dream... where am I?
-The prota who wasn't the prota at the end: in jail with me...
-The prota: It wasn't a dream!
-The friend: what?
-The prota: What are we doing here?
-The friend: You don't remember.
We had gone to your parents' house to look for things, we had no money and we robbed the kiosk on the corner.
-The Prota: And how did we end up here?
-The friend: Well, it seems that someone saw us. And since he didn't
have a cell phone, he drew us and we got caught.
-Protagonist: Ah.
-The friend: the concept of the drawing was so good that they caught
us when it was time to steal.
-Protagonist: Who drew it?
Friend: I don't know, but it looks like he was the son of Picasso's great-
great-grandson.
-The Prota: Mm I have doubts that part of the story is a lie.
-Friend: It's all true, if not ask the policeman.
-The Prota: Police!
-The officer: What's going on?
-Prota: How did I end up here?
-The officer: and why are you asking me Ami. Miss? You should know
how I ended up here.
-The prota: I don't know what I'm doing here.
-The officer: I'll sum it up. You stole, they caught you and you got
1- year sentence.
-Prota's friend: I was not lying.
-Protagonist: What do you mean, a year?
What am I really doing here?
I have to call my parents.
-The officer: Visits are on Fridays. And they're not allowed to make
calls.
-The friend: Mm I have to tell you something. You were in a coma for 4
months. And no one was there for you but me, so I don't think they care
how you are.
-Protagonist: What's the point of living if nobody cares about me?
-The friend: I don't know, But go on living.
-The prota: *cries*...
-The weirdo next door who didn't say anything until now: you're a stupid
woman *grabs knife and stabs her*.
-The officer: where did he get the knife!!!! *separates them* and *takes
the prota to the infirmary*.
-The prota: I see the l....luz and it's beautiful.
-The officer: Mm...
-Prota: *closes her eyes*.
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-Unknown voice: Hey? Would you like a drink?
-Prota: I'm not dying?
-Unknown voice: No? If you were dying I'd take you to the hospital
*laughs*.
-Protagonist: But I was stabbed....
-Unknown voice: I take it back, don't drink, I can see you've had
enough...
-Prota: (how weird is this... I wasn't in prison, when did I get out of
there?).
-Unknown voice: are you okay?
-Protagonist: Yes, I am, but what day is it?
-Unknown voice: October 8th
-Protagonist: that means I haven't been to jail yet, yes!
-Unknown voice: You shouted it out loud, you know?
-Prota: And who were you?
-Unknown voice: your friend! You're acting really weird.
-Prota: mm.... why are you saying that?
-Unknown voice: Why should I explain it to you if you're going against
me anyway?
-Protagonist: Mm. Well, I have to go.
-Unknown voice: What do you mean, you're leaving! It's 4 o'clock in the
morning and you're at a sleepover. You're not leaving!
-Prota: What? I can't hear you. Bay *closes the door*
-Unknown voice: For friends like that, I'd better stay alone...
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-Prota: I don't understand. Was the other one a dream? Or was it
reality?
Mm...
-Male voice: Hello? What's an angel doing at this hour?
-Prota: *she walks away uncomfortably*.
-Male voice: I said HELLO. Rude.
-Prota: Let go of me! *She tries to leave.
-Male voice: I SAID HELLO!!!! *grabs her*
-Prota: Let go of me....
-Male voice: What if I don't want to? *He says angrily*
-Prota: please let me go or I'll scream!
-Male voice: and how does it affect me if you yell?
-Protagonist: Well, if they see you grabbing me and hear me screaming, they won't see you as innocent....
-Male voice: eeeh...
-Protagonist: 3...2.... 1
-Male voice: *drop it*...
-Protagonist: go away... *Sigh*
-Male voice: *He walks away*...
-Prota: *goes on her way* what an idiot if she knew that there's nobody around for miles *laughs*.
It's really dark in the street... *stumbles*
Shit, I hurt myself...
¿Come to think of it, where am I?
¿And that light?
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-The prota: and now where am I...
(I can see that the light was a car and it killed me)
It looks like a hospital.
-*Voice*: hello, you're finally awake.
-The prota: who are you?
-*Voice: I'm the psychologist.
-The prota: where are we?
- *Voice*: in an insane asylum.
- The Prota: am I sane, can I go?
-*Voice*: no, you have to stay here until I see that you are a person who can adapt to society.
-The Prota: (and she spent hours talking to me about why I couldn't leave.... I honestly wanted to stick a knife in her already.... aahhh I know what I'm doing here)
-A few days later-
-The protagonist: as the days went by I realized that everything I had experienced before could have been a bad dream.
-But I still have my doubts since I have no memories prior to those of my dreams.
-According to the psychologist I was hospitalized here more than half a year ago. .... And according to his theory I don't remember anything since I could have been caused a trauma in my brain and I eliminated those memories to protect myself.
But I see a lot of potholes in that....
-Three months later-
-The Prota: It's been almost 3 months since I got here or woke up, I don't know how to describe it.
My mental health did not improve in my eyes but in the psychologist's eyes it did and he says I will get out of here....
I can't wait to leave...
-Although I've been feeling very dizzy, although I didn't say anything since I don't want to be kept here even one more day, especially for my health.
-One month later-
-The Prota: Another damn month has passed and I'm still here, even though I should have left a week ago.
My illness got much worse and I've been fainting a lot, so much so that I think the doctors realized it, otherwise I don't see any reason for them to keep me here.
-Two days later-
-The Prota: They ended up admitting me...
I think this is serious...
-And to make matters worse, nobody tells me anything, so I can only speculate about my health...
I think I'm going to die sooner or later...
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-The prota: where am I?
I'm not dreaming again
*Sound of the TV*
I think I'm in a hotel mm...
I hope I wake up soon
*sound of the reporter*.
Breaking news: the hospital union leader's daughter died.
-Protagonist: why do I dream that I died... I think I shouldn't come out of the madhouse...
-*Voice*: hello nice to meet you. Before you say anything my name is minesweeper.
-Protagonist: what a weird dream I'm having.
-Minesweeper: what are you talking about... This is real.
-Protagonist: no, this is a dream I created you with my mind...
-Dragaminas: you can't create something you never saw. The human brain would not be able to process it, that's why we always dream things related to what we have lived.
-Protagonist: (mm... I'm left wondering...)
-Dragaminas: if you think it's a dream, try jumping out the window.
-Prota: What are you talking about?
-Dragaminas: if it's a dream you won't die.
-The prota: she goes to the window.... (I don't know why, but at that moment I felt a sensation that didn't let me go any further)
-Dragaminas: can't you feel it? You are afraid. If it were a dream, you wouldn't be able to feel the fear of jumping, you could jump without any problem...
-Prota: this can't be reality... I don't want it to be reality...
-Dragaminas: Well, I'm sorry, this is not a dream...
-Prota: now what do I think if this isn't a dream how the fuck did you get in?
*scared question*
-Dragaminas: I never went in since I never came out, you came in here so the question would be to you not to me.
-Prota: this can't be reality.
I'm in the hospital, what would I do here if this were reality?
-Dragaminas: It is reality. You are in a hospital, but in another hospital that you have already forgotten. What you remember from a moment ago was the life of another person that you condemned.
-The prota: what are you talking about? you are scaring me... I don't understand, I can't make sense of what you're saying.
-Dragaminas: Don't worry, you will have plenty of time to understand... your life is infinite compared to the others...
-Prota: If that were true, why would you know those things?
-Dragaminas: Does it matter anymore? *He walks out the door* luck... the life you're going to have to lead is going to be hard...
-Prota: what are you talking about? *? walks through the door?
Where did he go?
*a crack in the floor opens up and she falls down*
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-Protagonist: *wakes up* What was that?
I knew it was a dream...
*listens to the TV*
*? sound of the reporter?
Breaking news, the hospital union leader's daughter died.
-Prota: what didn't that just happen in my dream? Because I haven't woken up...
-*Scared voice*: Grandmother You have awakened.
-Prota: says in her mind (Grandma? What are you talking about?)
-*Scared voice*: I thought you wouldn't live.
*hugs her*.
-Prota: keeps talking in her mind (this can't be a dream what's going on. i need to find the guy to solve my doubts... but first why can't i talk?)
-Scared voice: I was so scared when the doctor said you would be paralyzed but at least you are still here.
*she says crying disconsolately*.
-Protagonist: (what a family this girl has.... It took me about half an hour to tell her why she can't move or talk na a genius...)
-*Scared voice*: Grandma, I have to go talk to the doctor, but I swear I'll be back in a few minutes...
-Prota: (seriously she's already leaving me, I'm supposed to have just come back to life magically...)
While she is away I have to think how to get out of here....
(how stressful this situation is for me aaaah)
-Dragaminas: I told you that the life you will lead will be very hard...
-Protagonist: (huh what was that? I can't turn my head... are you here sir? I can't talk)
-Dragaminas: this time I will get you out of this life, but understand that you will not be able to stop changing lives if you care about the lives of the people you possess.
-Prota: What are you trying to say?
-Dragaminas: To continue you have to sacrifice things... once you possess someone they will never regain their consciousness...
so it is useless to worry about that person once you possess him...
This life is an example of an alternate reality in which you decided to take care of the life of the girl you possessed, you ended up paralyzed and spending 10 years without being able to move. Do you really want that for your life? what good is it to be taking care of the life of someone who will not return, in the end you just waste your time...
I won't help you anymore.
Good luck.
-The prota: (After all that I was thoughtful... and I was left with a question that I couldn't solve by myself, who is this guy?)
*wakes up again*
(when I woke up I could only see a mirror...)
(when I woke up I could only see a mirror?)
Eh... so it's all true, I was reborn in the girl who said...
*Says with a discouraged tone*.
What do I do now?
If I kill myself, I'll end up ruining this girl's life.
*I said with fear*
But what that voice told me is true, it won't do any good to save the lives of those I possess....
(Where am I now I think?)
*Walk around the house*
(WHAT CARELESS PARENTS ABANDONED ME HERE NO MORE...)
*You hear barking*
(Hey I have a dog... And I live in a building... What wonderful parents I have... they even left my window open...)
*She throws herself...
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*Cigarette sound*
-Protagonist: (huh I'm in a bar? this at the end just confirms what that guy said... how creepy) ...
*distorted voice*: do you understand my problem?
-The prota: (I'm drunk and to top it off I was reborn at the worst possible moment... I must improvise...)
(aaaah somebody help me)
You know life is not the way we always want it to be...
*Voice*: Were you listening to me at least?
-The prota: (I found out .... I have to run *she gets up from the chair* *she falls down* I'm really dizzy.... What do I do if I stay, I don't know how this could end)...
-*voice*: *sigh* come on, I'll help you get up... I don't know why you invited me to talk. you know that with alcohol you can't even keep a conversation...
-Protagonist: sorry... hehe (I'm sorry...) *sigh of relief* *sigh*.
-*Voice*: you should go home to rest, I don't want anything to happen to you...
I'll take you.
-The next day-
-The Prota: *sigh* how well I slept.
Now that I'm finally a bit more sane I should recapitulate all the events that happened. Although come to think of it... who am I? Actually, I hadn't even thought about it, but I don't even know who I am... although the name won't matter much if I'm changing from life to life since I'll have to adapt.
I really don't know why I care about a name, I should be more concerned about fixing this...but only one knows how to fix it and I don't even know where it is.
I guess I should see who I'm possessing first.
-A while later-
After having walked around the house, reviewed photos and other things about him. I could notice that the person I own is single, her family lives in a small town in Italy, so I knew I wouldn't have to worry about any unexpected visit from a family member, I also found documents where the name of the person I am with is listed.
My name is Andurmia J...sad...jawsad? my god how can you call yourself like that my friend?
I also found a cell phone among her things, but it has a password so it's no good to me.
-Two days later-
Since I had no clues about the guy who sent me here, I could only follow this person's life, and wait for him to look for me. From what I understood these two days, the one I was talking to when I woke up was a close friend of mine named Jeniff. I have avoided contact with her as it would be weird for her best friend to change her personality overnight, But that is only a momentary solution as sooner or later they will come to visit me.
My plan is right now. Leave town without anyone knowing and start a new life. But that plan is not feasible without money... I depend on what time dictates.
For the moment my idea is to sell some things that would be considered mine. But I can't trust myself... since I don't even know the rules of my condition and if there is a number of lives... the guy said that I will live infinitely, but he may be lying to me.
-One week later-
During this week I was calmer, although I felt an inner fear of someone knocking on the door. Since it took me too long to raise the money. But I'm finally leaving, my main plan was to leave the country, since being in the same country they could track me when they find out I disappeared. The only thing I carried was a few changes of clothes and my cell phone since it could end up being useful.
In the time I was late I was trying random passwords but taking into account that every 10 attempts is blocked for 6 hours I can only try 40 times a day, so it could take me years to find out the password.
-18 hours later-
Already in another country, I could be more relaxed knowing that no one would bother me here. I rented a cabin in the woods and set out to get a job.
-Three months later-
In that time I was content to live this person's life. Since I couldn't do anything, I could only wait. But I made an important breakthrough in that time I managed to decipher the password.
2468
I will never forget it
When I unlocked it, I only saw 3 applications, but I was only interested in the messages that were inside.
When I went into the messages section I could see that there were only "two contacts", one called Melisa, and one that was called "Melisa".
one called melisa, and one that had the name ¿? (this one, being called this way, only made me more curious, so I entered almost instantly, when I entered I could only see something that left me astonished...)
There were only three messages, and an address.
-Hello, you took a long time, didn't you think?
I know I said I wouldn't help you anymore, but it's fun to watch you from above.
I'll tell you something to keep you entertained in the meantime.
Andalucia 3184 Mencediv. I wish you good luck.
I couldn't see the date of the message so I couldn't determine if it was addressed to Ami or not, but the fact that that address was in the city I'm in might be an indication that it was.
Plus I use an expression that doesn't make sense... since seeing it from above? That could make sense to me, but for the one I'm possessing it would be weird, I could understand about helping her. But the other thing doesn't make sense to me, I don't see the point... for now I'll have to go to the address and find out for myself. But now comes my other doubt, I never specify a time when I should go?
In the end the messages only brought me doubts that could be solved or not, I would have to find out by going to the address.
-The next day-
In the end I ended up finding myself at the location dictated by the message. It led to a street which was full of people, I don't know why, but when I walked there I felt a kind of fear... I felt that they were watching me and that something could happen to me. I felt that they were watching me, that something could happen to me... making me increase my pace.
But out of nowhere it seemed that everyone started to go faster, making me enter an alley which had no way out until I could get some air while I was alone. Or so I had thought because out of nowhere everything was painted in a dark color and I felt a whisper in my ear which told me.
Twinkle, twinkle, Little star.
And out of nowhere I felt as if a knife had been thrust in my back, but it was impossible since possessing someone I was unable to feel the pain. After that all my surroundings magically disappeared and I appeared in a room that on one half was normal and on the other half there was a light which did not let me see. By that time I did not understand anything of what was happening and I just let myself be carried away by the situation, when I got to that room I tried to get up, but it was useless, I could not get up from the pain, I could only wait.
After a while a being appeared which at first glance I could not understand what it was. One half was human and the other half was the same as the white light in the room. When I saw it I could only say...
-The Protagonist: What are you?
-The being: hello we meet again.
I guess you don't remember my name, I am Minesweeper.
-The Prota: (out of nowhere I felt a very big anger and I unconsciously said a few words) Answer my question what are you?
-Dragaminas: you know you're not in a position to demand me to answer your questions. *she blurted out in a smug way*.
-Prota: Are you god (ask out of inertia)?
-Dragaminas: Naturally
-The Prota: if you are god... answer me. Why did you give me this curse because I can't return to my real body? (when he answered me I assumed he was the culprit... and I had the need to ask a Why?)
-Dragaminas: I can't answer that for the time being. *He said with a selfish tone.
-Prota: I understand...
-Dragaminas: besides, I brought you for another reason.
-Prota: Another reason? Which one?
-Dragaminas: Right now you're feeling like a knife went through you, aren't you?
-Protagonist: eh, I don't feel it anymore, but now that you say it, it wasn't your doing?
(I didn't understand why, but out of nowhere she let out a smile when she heard me say that)
-Dragaminas: you know you are not the only one who has this gift, or curse as you call it.
-The prota: huh? I'm not the only one? (out of nowhere I felt as if a reality check had hit me really hard...)
out of nowhere, Minesweeper started to laugh out loud as if he had been told a joke, when he finished laughing he looked at me seriously and said to me:
-Dragaminas: the fact that you think you are the only one makes you someone selfish don't you think?
- (I don't know why but because of remorse I couldn't speak, how could I have been so stupid to assume I was the only one, there were probably more like me suffering and I only thought of myself, how selfish I was...)
When Dragaminas saw me he looked at me with a more compassionate look.
-Dragaminas: You know I should be getting you back, I can't keep you here for long, but I will warn you about something.
don't trust them, just because you don't know about them doesn't mean they don't know about you, they've had this gift much longer than you. they know how to identify themselves, if they see you they will probably kill you.
They know how to identify you, if they see you they will probably kill you, because at the end of the day, they all want to get back to normal and will sacrifice whatever lives are necessary to do so.
-(listening to him I felt that there was something strange and I felt the need to ask) What happens if one of them kills me, doesn't it matter? Anyway, we can't die. *I said confidently
-Dragaminas: Huh? No, if one of them kills you, you won't come back to life.
-The Prota: What are you talking about? *I asked with a suffocating fear*.
-Dragaminas: I'll tell you just once. When you hurt yourself or someone else hurts you, the one who suffers is your physical body, since it is not yours, you don't suffer. But when one of them does the slightest harm to you, both your physical body and the spiritual body that allows you to live will suffer. Do you understand now?
If you can't survive on your own, you are worthless.
-The Prota: Wait, I have so many questions! *I shouted desperately*
But out of nowhere the whole room disappeared and I went back to that alley where I was. In the end what that god told me only brought me doubts, besides that now I had a new problem which I can't identify... since how would I know who has the gift and who doesn't?
Leaving the alley, I walked lightly. Checking my surroundings with fear... trying to get to my house, but when I thought about it better I realized... if God had warned me, it was because they were following my trail without me even knowing it, otherwise why did he have to choose this one out of all the possible moments? Besides how he threw me out immediately. Everything indicated that I was being followed... but by whom? But who? I could not be too obvious to turn around, or make strange movements, the only option that would not give me away would be to continue my way normally. Besides, anyway, if it's as God described it, I can't face them.
After a while walking, more specifically when I reached the road that led to my house, which was very little traveled by people, I began to hear some footsteps and when I heard them I simply decided to stop. And I said to her:
-the protagonist: qui...en... who are you?
(I waited for an answer but there was nothing, just a rough silence).
for a second I thought that I could imagine everything... And when I didn't hear anything I felt confident and I ended up turning around, when I turned around I could see how a hooded guy knocked me out without realizing...