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I woke up, I was in a clearing with trees surrounding me. Getting up, I look around. The leaves were glowing different colors of yellows oranges and red. The ground was soft and the atmosphere was tense. I was the only one here, no animals no sound of bugs, nothing.

Choosing a way to go I go right. Walking I see a clearing, but the leaves of the trees transitioned to all blue. I take a left now they were green. This continues and the color pattern was blue, green, white then red. Something caught me off guard in the red section.

I wasn't alone.

There the ground was concrete and had carvings of symbols. The symbols looked to be animals, no, things. Blue was a man with a mask on his face, like the ones for breathing. Green was woman with half a face. Yellow for a school child with no eyes. White for a cabin.

And red, for that that monster, that thing.

It was a simple design though, it had a deer head with no eyes. The silhouette was black but the background was a deep red, almost a velvet.

As soon as I saw those things I blinked. When my eyes reopened the setting changed. I was in a room with a lamp and a colored wall. They were the same color as the leaves. Against those walls was glowing paint. This was a puzzle, a message of some sorts, and it was very obvious of what I was supposed to do. Starting off with the blue wall I put my fingers in the paint and made a child. Next with green, the yellow, white and lastly red.

The pictures were now burning in the walls creating fire colored by their respective colors. The fire uncovered people standing in an all-white world.

There stood a man with a mask, a woman with beautiful flowing hair, a child, and the deer.

It was like a meeting? I couldn't tell, but they were staring at me, blank faces showing nothing. The people had their hands out with their left hands having a colored glove on and another glove of the same color in their right. I walked up to the man with the mask first and took the glove out of his hand and put it on. As soon as I did he took my hand and started crying.

I woke up.

I was not me.

I was someone else. The house that I was in was empty, as in empty I mean lonely. It made my cry tears of despair and it helped nothing. I got up and looked around the house; it was a two-story and was nice and spacious. It was had 4 bedrooms and one of them had an orange-colored door. I opened it and it was a kid's room, it was full of posters of bands.

I walked out and continued to look around. There were pictures hanging on walls and they had a kid in them. He looked to be 14 and had brown hair and green eyes with a bright smile. For some reason, my heart had begun to sting, and my eyes watered. What is going on why do I feel sad when I look at the photos of this boy.

I became lost in thought when I realized I was in the kitchen with a knife in my hands. The shaking that came from my body was strong enough to almost make the knife fall out of my hands but I had a firm grip on it even with my hands sweating. My grip never faltered. I had lost control of the body and now I was going to die.

The body, readied to drive the knife in 'my' neck, put the object against my juggler. It inches away from me, I gained control and stopped it when the point was starting to draw blood.

I dropped the knife and my breathing was getting heavy. My vision had gotten blurry and I fell to the floor now crying out a name I didn't know; Jacob. As before I lost control of the body again I grabbed the knife and drove it into my neck not giving me a chance to yell or protest. It's like that would ever work. Laying there in a pool of blood I start to fade in and out of consciousness and finally died.

I woke up and was in a hospital and I saw my boss asleep on a mini couch next to me. "What happened to me?" I started to speak to myself. "Hey, Mors, wake up." I nudged his shoulder. "Mors." I nudged him a little harder until I took his ear and yelled. "WAKE UP!" His eyes shot open and he jumped almost falling out of the chair.

"W-What going on!? Did the- Oh you're awake!" One minute he was freaking out and the next he's just fine.

Is this man ok? "Hey, so uh, what happened, why am I in the hospital?" I asked very curiously as to why I'm here. "You wouldn't wake up." He said I am an uneasy tone. "What do you mean 'I wouldn't wake up'. Did I pass out or something?" I pressed him. "Well after you fell asleep again I went out to a store and when I came back you were still sleeping. I tried to wake you up but you wouldn't budge. I tried everything like pinching you, yelling, and even blasted loud music in your ears but you still wouldn't wake. I panicked and called an ambulance. They told me you were in a coma. Somehow." He explained everything to me.

After a few hours, I had a check-up and they told me I could leave. Once I was dropped off at home I went inside and laid on my bed. Closing my eyes I started to drift into a deep sleep again. The next morning I got up and got dressed for work. Making my way through the apartment I shut off all the lights except the living room light.

My car in some way somehow was transferred to the parking lot. I didn't ask how but only got in and drive off. I arrived at work a little early by 15 minutes giving me time to transfer my stuff outside of my boss's office and onto my new office. I took a breath and went into the break room to clock in and get a coffee for my boss.

My knocking on the oak wood doors we're loud enough to get the attention of my boss but quiet enough to not disturb anyone working. I heard a 'Come in' and I opened the door. My boss was in a dark green suit with a cream white tie. He smiled and took the coffee. "Thank you and can you make a copy of the orders today?" "Of course sir." I walk out and begin my task and turn it into him.

Returning to my desk I hear people talking. "Did you hear?" voice one says. "Hear what?" responses voice two. "Andrew died" "Holy shit. How?" I didn't know him that well, I do feel bad though. His mother died of cancer; lung cancer. "He killed himself. He could stand his mother being dead. I guess you could say of a broken heart." the first voice responded. I tried to stop it but I was too late. It was my fault, all of my fault. I continued on with my day with remorse in my heart. Not only was I feeling guilty but was also feeling the same sadness I did when I was that man and I didn't know why.

When will life get better?