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Also, vandaag schreef ik een verhaal in de trein, en hij is opzich best interessant dus voila:
I was shivering and the musty air was weighing down heavily upon me. Ifelt disoriented…how did I get here? I looked around but couldn’tmake anything out. My vision was blurred and I felt like I had to throwup. I could feel myself starting to panic..
"Don’t panic," a deep voice echoed from somewhere above me.
"Where am I?" I asked it in a weak, trembling voice.
"Hello?" "hello..hello..hello"my voice echoed through the complete whiteness. I still couldn’t see athing. I couldn’t even see my own hands as I stretched them out infront of me.
"Where the hell am I?" I thought to myself.
"You’re here, of course."
The raspy voice took me by surprise and I fell down. To my surprisethough, I didn’t land. I kept falling and falling as if I had juststepped into a bottomless well. And all the while, the raspy voice kepttalking to me:
"Oh my, aren’t we the speedy one? Already on your way towards the end Isee? Well, I can’t say I’d mind, it’s been rather busy here of late. Noone even bothers to stop and think anymore, that’s why this place is soblurry. But you’ll get used to it soon enough."
I tried to talk back at it, scream at it even, but it was like my mouth had been stitched shut; I couldn’t utter a word.
"Yes, I know what you mean," said the voice, "but you didn’t have to beso spiteful about it. None of us want to be here you know, we just makethe best of it."
The voice paused.
"Ah, you’re here. Well, tahtah then."
In a split second my vision returned, just in time to see myselffalling head first onto a cold, damp stone floor. With a thud my bodyhit the ground, bones breaking with an indescribable sound. My bloodcovered the walls of the tiny cell, and spelled out the words "Who areyou?"
I was confused, and only after a few seconds I realised I was stillalive, even though my lifeless body was laying right in front of me.
"Who are you?" the deep, hollow voice echoed through the cell.
I looked around the place, desperately searching for a way out. Butthere was none. No door, no windows, just cold, damp bricks covered inmold.
My foot slipped on the wet floor and I fell on top of the dead bodythat was supposedly me. I freaked out, of course, but then I noticedthat the body, the dead me, was actually me. It wasn’t some kind offucked up trick the voices were playing on me, it was actuallyme. I saw it’s teeth, with fillings in the same places as mine, it’sears, with the same scar behind them, and I looked directly into it’slifeless eyes..it was like looking into a mirror, only the reflectionof me was dead.
In an instant, the walls of the cell fell away, revealing nothing butan ordinary bathroom mirror, the same one I had in my own bathroom. Ihesitantly walked up to it.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO ME!?" My reflection yelled as I steppedin front of the mirror. My eyes were bloodshot and tears were rollingdown my cheeks. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? DO YOU THINK THIS IS SOMEKIND OF JOKE? You…You…MONSTER!"
My reflection was beating on the mirror with his fists, causing it to shake violently. "Answer me, you fucker!"
"Yes.." the same hollow voice that had greeted me into this worldbellowed from my very own throat, "this is all just a game. A game ofPretend."
The face of my reflection contorted into the most agonizing visage I had ever seen. "NO! LET ME OUT OF HERE! Please!"
"It’s too late for us." I answered in that horrible voice.
Then the mirror exploded and shards of glass cut my face. I brought myhand up to feel the wound..but there was no blood. And there was noface to touch….