“That’s not the point! You lied!

”
“I had to! You wouldn’t have helped me otherwise.”
“You can't honestly be trying to justify this!” He takes a step back.
“Shes- you- how?”
“Listen, that’s not important right now- as you can see...”
“No shit!” he retorts
“We don't have time for this-”
“Hey! don’t you try dare drag me into this Sunny!” He yells.
“It’s a ‘you’ not a ‘we’ situation. You killed her!”

And once again, everything fades to white, a space in the negative, void like in appearance except from;
A bed, in a simple French style with a frame made of maple, and the mattress comfortingly soft.
A bulb, seemingly hanging from nowhere, stretching infinitely upwards, a black light emanating from it,
a midnight light in the space of monotonous bright white.
And a cat, but considering he is minding his own business, I will deem him as unimportant.

This is normal now, a new sense of calm, nothing bad can happen here, nothing can hurt you, and no
one can hurt you either. The sea of white will fade eventually.
“Just open your eyes and it will all be over”
A familiar voice passes by your ears, soft and calm like always. You accept their guidance, as it's so easy
to do, and you wake up.
You arise to the sounds of squabble from the nearside pavement just below your window, so,
begrudgingly you peak through and unsurprisingly two faces you could count on to be up at this time,
ruining your perfectly inadequate sleep schedule.
“it's not yours!!” says Cal in a sort of whimper-ish tone
“so?” Aubrey says in response, “I can do what I want so hah”
you accept that this daily inconvenience is your fate now, as if you got the bad side of some deity's
divine judgement. You try to block it out as you make your way downstairs, past the endless rows and
rows of family portraits, last Christmas, your elder sister's graduation, your younger sister's 10 th
birthday, You see your 2 sisters smiling wide in all of them, Everyone is carefree and untroubled,
enjoying the day's festivities, you have always found an excuse never to take part or to stay home.
Avoiding spending time with anyone, especially your family. That’s why you're looking forward to the
next couple weeks, your parents are out of town on a business trip and both of your sisters are at
summer camp, leaving you home alone for at least the next fortnight. Although this time, it feels lonelier
than it used to. It feels like something is missing, but you don’t let it get to you, your joy is simply
immeasurable, it almost makes up for the rude interruption to your sleep.
you decide to visit Basil, you haven't seen him in since the picnic, and you can't remember why, he lives
beside your grandparents so before leaving for the day you decide to go to the store and pick up a little
something for grandma, she likes your gifts and you like giving them, but now you think about it, it was
never you who gave the presents... it was-
And once again, everything fades to white, a space in the negative, void like-
you find yourself back, your surrounded by the same, now harrowing white, you’ve already became
quite well equated with the furniture. You don’t know why you’re here, but its calming, whatever you
were feeling before fades away, and whatever it was that you were trying to recall slips your mind, you
feel so much better here.
This is normal now, a new sense of calm, nothing bad can happen here, nothing can hurt you, and no
one can hurt you either.
“Just open your eyes and it will all be over”
These words are becoming all too familiar, but their advice has worked for you once before, so you
decide to trust it again.
You seem to have zoned out for a moment, staring at the door for what feels like a few seconds, but to
your shock it was half an hour, you quickly leave your house, you forget about your impromptu visit to
grandma and head straight to Basil’s home.
As you approach his front garden you realize it looks quite different from what you remember... for
some reason the aesthetic is haunting, it doesn’t feel right, you want to get away, but something keeps
you from turning back.
You reach the end of the main hall before Basil peaks through the kitchen door, it appears you caught
him at a bad time, he drops the pan he was holding and promptly spills its content onto his long sleeve
shirt, which was then also followed by a scream like that of a banshee.
“Well you’re the last person I expected to see” he said, after finally calming down.
“After a year of no contact I had fully expected that you were cutting ties.”
“Hah, funny joke” you retort in full confidence, expecting Basil to be setting up for a punchline.
“We spoke two days ago; you can't be missing me that bad”
“What? Listen, I don’t find any of this funny!” Basil says, He’s not one to get agitated so easily-
“I don’t know what happened, but you haven't spoken to me since-” he stutters
“The picnic! Yeah?” you say with a laugh.
“-you haven’t even left your house since then, and you're... so easily- “Basil’s not agitated, he was angry.
“you're not making any sense” you stifle
“I haven't- sorry, we haven't seen you since-” he pauses “we haven't seen you since you killed Haley”
“What?! I spoke to Haley Yesterday, we-”
And once again, everything fades to white-
Everything makes sense now, everything is clear, those memories you ‘forgot’ were simply suppressed.
You had done something unforgivable, you had killed your best friend
“You killed her, she's dead, all because of you, you pushed her down the stairs, you KILLED HER, Shes
DEAD because of you- dead- dead because of you-”
The voice has changed, a serenade of broken, torn voices. You look around and the space seems more
cramped, limited. The furniture is nowhere to be seen, and the floor slowly fading, transitioning
between shades of grey, getting darker, darker. You accept it, you deserve this, Haleys dead because of
you. And this is your punishment. The room now completely black, the voices continue, the screaming
warping into an inharmonious slew of noises before suddenly fading, engulfing you in silence.
Alas you don’t think there's a way to escape the dream, not this time.

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