Wait… where am I? I woke up to see I was in some sort of large black void, everywhere I see was just… nothing... Just a flat plane that was completely pitch black. Everywhere I see is just the same vast emptiness that envelopes me like some sort of ice-cold blanket. But the weirdest part was mainly the fact my entire body was completely viable despite my surroundings. I could clearly see “me” as if I was in a fully lit room as everything was just pitch black. The floor felt hard and cold with a ceramic-like feel to it. My boots created an echoing sound effect with the slightest bit of movement, and the giant void echoes with an amplifying effect, like a guitar amp if I could give a comparison. Wanting to know how big this void is, I yell at the top of my lungs. “Hello?!” I yell My voice echoes the cry, getting less intense as the sound waves travel through it. Obviously, there was no response. Only deafening silence. And that was the other thing too. Of how quiet it was. Like being in one of those sound deficit chambers where you could hear your heart pumping blood and your muscles contracting due to the room being quiet as hell. That’s how it felt. I don’t know what to do but something tells me to probably walk forward. Maybe to hopefully figure out how to get out of this... dream I think. I walk while I think to myself what in the fuck is happening. My entire perception on reality is crashing and burning like some acid-fueled plane crash. Now all it needs is some CIA agent and a buff guy in a mask telling me what's the next step of this master plan. But I guess jokes weren’t really helping the situation, I’m just… thinking, did I really kill them? That’s why I keep asking myself. I keep thinking that I did really go on a rampage. It is just… how did it end up like this? I just wanted everything to go right. I just wanted to show the best I could be. But they couldn’t even give me a chance. Not at the auditorium. Not at the prom. Nothing. I just wanted to know if people would care enough… Maybe that’s why I snapped… I took all of my pent-up anger and hate and just went postal. I wasn’t respected enough by my parents. That everyone at school thought I was a worthless piece of shit. That I wasn’t a good musician. Hell, I couldn’t even get a show for my high school right... That’s why my real brother is dead… That Anon is probably dying on the school rooftop… That a bunch of students including Naomi are dead… All because of me… But why am I still alive? I should have died the moment I jumped off the rooftop. But yet I didn’t… I just woke up in a completely separate parallel world where everything is different but yet everyone besides Anon are here. Why? Is this sort of form of punishment? Why this then? Is this how dying works? You just wake up as you but in a parallel world? When my parents would take me to church, or when I still believe in that stuff, the concept of religious punishment was if you did something horrible without asking for forgiveness, you ended up being in hell or something. Not waking up in some alternative universe where everything you did was magically erased from existence. Why though? The more I walked, the more it accrued to me why I am here? Why am I experiencing this? If only Anon was here… Anon... I could think now if Anon is dead or alive… Or was he erased also… I just hope he is alive at least. I hope after everything he would try to… sigh I wish I could have just stayed with him at his apartment that night. I just wish I could just hold him and know everything would be alright. I just... I stopped where I was after walking for just a few minutes. The pain I was holding in was too much to bear, and my eyes begin to water... I sobbed as hard as my body allowed, letting go of all of my pain and suffering… My body limps as I fell onto the cold dark floor, crossing my arms while my body curls in a fetal position. Wimping and crying while wishing this would end… I never wanted this… I just want everything to go back to the way it was… But I know that wishing isn’t going to make things right again. About a half hour of crying and sobbing it was, my eyes couldn’t produce more tears while my nose was stuffy. I was resting my head on my hands at this point. But sitting here wasn’t going to do anything but waste time. So getting up and walking again would be the better option. I wipe away my snot and tears to press forward. As there wasn’t really a better alternative really. Walking now for just a bit, I started noticing a small anomaly no more than a few dozen meters away from where I’m at. As I walk to it, it grew bigger as my perspective chance, and start noticing some of the details. It looks to be a… Kitchen? Specifically my kitchen actually. The exact appliances, cabinets, and tile splashes. The only exception was that It cut perfectly in the middle so you couldn’t see the other half from where I was. But the thing I was mostly paying attention to was… seeing me... No more than 5 meters, I was seeing an exact copy of me. It looked in every way shape and form like me. Like seeing a doppelganger I think it's called. I saw my body double standing next to the microwave… From the looks of it, it was a plate of frozen Dino nuggets, my usual favorite snack. Most of my attention as spend seeing me while I or she was watching the plate spinning inside the grey glowing box. But as I starring at myself for a solid minute, I hear a familiar voice back behind me, well from where she at. “Fang?” It was Naser. He was wearing his usual white T and night Pjs as he always did when he would go to bed. I… I remember this… “Fang… It's like… one in the morning… what are doing awake so late?” Naser said “Fuck off dickwad…” my copy said. “Fang come on, I didn’t mean…” “I said fuck off! I just came down here to get some food!” “It's just… why now? You been standing there for like five minutes standing still, are you... sure you alright?” “FUCK OFF NASER!” Naser sighs and leaves. God, was I that coarse with him? Right after Naser leaves the sliced kitchen. The microwave beeps indicating that the timer was up and the nuggets were done cooking. I see myself trying to attempt to grab the plate right away but ending up burning the tips of my fingers from the scolding hot food. I see myself grabbing an oven mitt from one of our drawers nearby and with a bottle of Heinz Ketchup next to the microwave, she shakes and squeeze the bottle to release the red sugary tomato paste. As I see myself grab the plate again, I remember I was going to leave the kitchen with my plate of Dino nuggies at hand. But that was when it took a turn for the worse. Dad appears as if he came from a shadow of a dark alleyway with Naser beside him My double stopped dead in her tracks when she saw him. He grunts the moment he saw my double with the plate. “It is one in the morning. You should be in bed.” Ridley said “I can’t get something to eat when I'm hungry?” My copy said with an annoyed tone “When everyone is asleep, you sleep. Now throw that crap away and go to bed. End of discussion” “I’m hungry and haven’t eaten since yesterday. What? I can’t even get something to eat now?” “You eat in the morning like everyone else in this house. Now go back to your room.” “I still want my nuggets, Dad.” I see her try to move through him and make Dad move aside. But knowing him and being the giant pterodactyl he is. He didn’t budge. Not like I was expecting him to do so. “Last warning…” I see myself try to slide beside my dad and Naser to go back to the room but at that moment, he yanks the plate of dino-shaped chicken nuggets and walks towards the trash can beside the kitchen island. He chucks the food right into the trash it goes and proceeds to place the plate into the kitchen sink.\ “HEY!” “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!” My double responded “Go. To. Bed...” “OH SO NOW YOU HAVE TO BE MR. DICTATOR BECAUSE NASER IS TOO MUCH OF A BITCH TO LEAVE ME ALONE?! I JUST WANTED SOME NUGGETS OKAY? I HAD NOTHING TO EAT AFTER A SHITTY DAY AT SCHOOL DAD!” “BUT OH NOOOOO. YOU HAVE TO TREAT ME LIKE I'M SOME FUCKING 9 YEAR OLD THAT CAN'T DO ANYTHING BY HERSELF! I'M 18 YEARS OLD DAD. WHAT I DO IS MY FUCKING BUSINESS. IF I'M HUNGRY, I'M HUNGRY. IF I WANT SOME NUGGETS, ILL GET SOME GOD DAMN NUGGETS! SO WHAT IT'S 1 O’CLOCK AT NIGHT. IT'S MY LIFE AND WHAT I CHOOSE TO DO WITH IT.” She yells with such deep passion and malice it could give strike even the hardest of men with fear. “Fang, j-just calm dow-” Naser said trying to quell Fang’s unyielding rage “SHUT UP NASER. SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU ALWAYS TRY TO DO THIS TO ME. I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP ALRIGHT?! YOU ALWAYS THINK THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME AND YOU NEVER LET IT GO. IT'S ALWAYS WITH YOUR CONSTANT BULLSHIT. YOU FUCKING DICKHEAD!” “I’M ALWAYS TREATED LIKE SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH ME!? I'M OKAY. I'M FINE THE WAY I AM. YOU JUST-” “ THAT IS ENOUGH ” My father just about had it with my little speech. The yell shut me up right about I was going to talk about my brother being… well himself. “You are not going to be a disrespecting little shit in my house. You go back to your room or else I make sure that each of your instruments ends up in a wood chipper before you even THINK about going off like that again. You don’t cook whatever you want and until you pay the montage and bills of this house, until you’re the provider for this family. You will obey my rules and you will respect them. You’re an adult now. ACT LIKE ONE!! ” I see my double slowly but surely went from pure anger to tears when he uttered that. I see her trying to hold back before she quickly walks away back into the living room to head towards upstairs. “I hate you…” she semi-whispered I see her leave out my sight before my dad then turns to Naser “Go to sleep son” Naser nods and both of them in unison leave the kitchen. I remember this, but... seeing it from an outside perspective feels surreal. I did really deserve to go off like that? It made me feel more broken at the fact that it was me that drove Naser that way. The whole constant worrying about me part of him. He just wanted to know if I was okay, as a little brother should. I know I was hungry and in bad mood at that moment, but I shouldn’t have gone off like that both Dad and Naser. Why am I like this?… The deafening silence comes back. trying to make me less sane than I always was at this point. It would be better to move on at this point. So it was time to venture off back into the void. Again. At this point, I am not sure this is my mind’s way of torturing me for who I am and what I've done. I know I am an awful person. But… I just didn’t know it was THAT bad. Naser, for who he is, just wanted to make sure I was alright. Couldn’t blame him, I know that he loves me, I know that he just wants me to be happy. Just… Why was I such a cunt to him?… Dad, even when being the calluses hermit that grunts at everything that upsets him. Even he doesn’t deserve to put up with my bullshit. I mean, Anon lives by himself in a shitty part of town, he couldn’t afford basic lunch at school, and he has to walk, or take the bus to go anywhere, and yet he puts strong and know how to survive all by himself. Yet I have my own room rent-free, my parents paid for most of the stuff including favorite foods like my dino nuggies and my father has busted his ass at work to make sure that happens. I sighed again and press forward back into the void. After walking for god knows how long. I begin to something off in the distance again… No. Someone. As I grew closer to the figure, the less blurry and more clear it became. No… The clothing I knew far too well. The green dress shirt, the olive T…. The light-colored skin… It… It was Anon… The moment I see him, my pace picked up as I try to rush ahead, trying to reach him. My speed walking began to turn into a jog, It was him. It had to be him. My brain told my legs to run faster as my speed increased into a sprint. My breathing became heavy as my leg mustard each bit of energy they had. “Anon?! ANON!” I yelled My perception shifted more and more the closer I got to him. But something was off, instead of standing, he was laying prone on the floor and wasn’t moving. He seems lifeless. His body not moving so much as a centimeter. It scared me so much that I push myself to the limit to go as fast as I could. I… Anon… ANON… No more than arm's length, I see Anon in a pool of black liquid around him. Due to the floor having the light being sucked out. My only assumption was…. Blood. Without a second, I dropped myself onto the ground with his body without warmth or movement. He was cold when I grabbed his head, the liquid stained both my clothes and hands a deep black reddish color. “Anon…” “No… Just please stay with me” “Just…. Please…” “I’m sorry…. I’m fucking sorry….” Nothing. Not a sound. No breathing. Just nothing. “Anon please!… Just say something!….” my voice was trembling “ Why... ” I heard fainted weak whisper “What?…” “Why fang…” “Anon please…” “They all died for what Fang…” I put his head closer, a waterfall of tears was rushing down like a flash flood. I cried harder than I ever did in my life. “I’m sorry…. I’m sorry… I’m sorry…. I’m sorry” I heard sorry over again him. Rocking myself while I hugged his body tight to me “Forgive me Anon…” Without paying attention, I notice two figures surrounding my front and back. It was Naser and Naomi. The bodies stand still like marble statues. Their bullet wounds are still open and fresh but their scales are pale and light. Nor living or dead. They stare at me without uttering even a single sound. My breathing was heavy from anxiety “Naser?… Naomi?…” No response. “Please…” They grew closer to me. They stick out their pale arms, pointing at me as if they intend to grab me. “J-just stay back!” They ignored my plead, only just closing my distance from them more and more. I close my eyes and clinch Anon to me as hard as I could. I repent to myself “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry... I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry... I’m sorry” Despite my eyes being closed, I began to see a flash of white light. It was bright, very bright. Like flashing a flashlight while your eyes were still closed. The light stayed for a bit. I still was afraid to open it, for if I open my eyes I will seeing my dead brother and his girlfriend trying to kill me or worse. I had no choice though, taking a brave leap I opened my eyes. Both instead of seeing the ghost of Naser or Naomi. I saw a ceiling light.