41. Fuck

Blinking my eyes, I stared at a white ceiling. After an arduous time of trying to remember how I got here, I finally understood that I made it out of the parallel world. Hospital? Did I really survive?

"Proud of ourselves, aren't we?" The shrill sound of decay crawled into my ear.

I turned to see my grandmother; behind her were two of these model bodyguards.

"Disappearing for two months, running away after saying that everything was fake. A funny one, aren't you?" She smacked my head with something undefinable.

"What the fuck? Two months?" That doesn't even make sense.

"Showing up all bloody when you are long convicted. That you even have the gall to wake up!" She again smacked my head.

"What the fuck? What do you mean, convicted?" I moved and wanted to sit up, but one of my wrists was chained against the bed. I stared at the handcuff in absolute disbelief.