I am in front of my crystalline counterpart, and instead of attacking, I stay still.
It doesn't move as well, and although there is no face on the polished smooth surface, I know it is watching me.
Then I hear the screams, the same pain-stricken screams I had heard today, unsure where the sound is coming from.
I touch my head, and the figure does the same. I have a headache.
Why is someone screaming, and why am I hearing it so vividly, as if it is real, as if it had been real?
The table had flipped, the violet coin in my mind is pulsing; although this isn't real, this is a dream—or is it?
No, it is.
After our talk in the bathroom, I did crash into my bed, I remember.
What is going on, and what is wrong with me?
The screams are louder, the pulsing so intense that I see the light behind my lids—not even closing my eyes brings me peace.
I snap my eyes open and see the figure in front of me. I cover my ears, but again, there is no peace.
