I awoke with blood crusted beneath my fingernails and on my shirt. Random patches of blood... and nothing to cause it. No wounds, rashes, or anything else that could qualify as a source of the blood. "What did you do?" I heard Alice ask, as I stared in the mirror, shaky at the sight of blood. It unnerved me, not knowing the cause of it.
Nothing, I didn't do anything, honest!
"You killed them... you killed them!"
No, I didn't kill anybody, I've been asleep since midnight!
"Really? How are you so sure?"
...
"You still need to and want to go home," she reminded me, and I sighed.
Home. It isn't where I live on this Earth. My home is beyond this fake reality, beyond this reality of programmed humans and shadow-beings. My home... it's where I know that reality is real and that I am real. I miss my home, where I had my real family and my real friends. I'm sure that they miss me as well. I saw Them twice today, had a mental breakdown in school. I was screaming, I think, and terrified. I was in the Social WOrkers Office for three hours. I saw Bodrik, but nobody cared. They just asked if I'd talked to my therapist about this, and wanted to call the Crisis Clinic. I had to talk to my therapist's boss, and he simply listened. They tell me not to believe that the Shadows are real, that they didn't exist.
Beings:
Dog- A male doggish type of creature
King- The ruler of the SHadows
Bodrik- The assistant of the King who tried to kill me when I was ten.
400- Satan, told me that God has abandoned me and that he was my god now.
Alice- Fairly neutral, not too aggressive.
Freak- An asshole who calls me worthless, useless and that everyone would be happier without me.
Narrator- Is absolutely harmless and merely narrates every single action and thought of mine.
October- A slightly depressed teen, but is a friend and kind ally of mine.
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