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| The much anticipated, but delayed alleged continuation, perhaps? Slowly, the memories faded. Like some kind of pathetic coping mechanism, unless it was the result of some solid effort attempting to protect him? Or someone else? It was all a blur, thus some kind of success. But for whom? Sometimes late at night he would wake up remembering. Absolutely panicked, however, he would remind himself that he was unreachable in his current location. He was safe, protected. At least in one of the possible point of views. Time passed. Quickly? Slowly? How could he accurately estimate the speed in which time seemingly passed; it was impossible to ascertain without the proper equipment available. Regardless, it did not matter anyway. The passing of time could not change anything, one way or another. It was only certain, that time was passing. Once he started to properly feel safe, it all took a turn. It would be tempting to say it was surprising or unexpected, but nevertheless a lie. It was always an expected turn, naturally for the worse. Naturally, as ordered, they returned. That was what he was convinced was the truth, but he could not warn anyone. They returned after various people of some kind of importance had decided it had not been his fault, and that he was a victim rather than the culprit. Hours and hours, days, weeks, months. Years perhaps? He had been released from the institution that had seemingly protected him, everything he had told others regarding that dreadful incident was dismissed as the ramblings of an absolute madman. They had no idea. No one understood. Is it confusing referring to different groups with the same pronoun? Arguably, but at this stage he was not capable of determining whether they were different groups at all. Perhaps they had been successful in capturing him that faithful night, perhaps they had been brainwashing him? He was very confused. What was going to happen to him now, was he safe? Was he in danger? Reality is such a difficult concept to grasp once it is lost. What was real, what had even happened? Nothing is coherent anymore, and he was questioning whether anything would ever make sense again. Had he ever been safe? Had anything ever been remotely close to it? Why was everything so difficult? He wondered whether he was demanding too much of the world around him, after all, it was a possibility others experienced the same thing as him without being such weaklings about it. It was devastating for him to even consider it. He attempted to repeat what had happened to himself, starting from his earliest memories and up until when it all was absolutely utterly shattered into pieces. Please why isn't anyone helping me, I am scared. |
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