Blinking my eyes, I started 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.
"Proud of ourselves, aren't we?" The shrill sound of decay crawled into my ear.
I turned to see my grandmother, behind her, 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.
"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 hands was chained against the bed.
"Never heard, although we are so clever? Hm? Trial in absentia?" I was again smacked.
"Can you talk and not smack? What is wrong with you?"