The Mind’s Escape
Besides the light coming from a slightly opened door, this room is dark. You just woke up, and your eyes are trying to adjust to this almost darkened room. Trying to use your hands to rub your eyes, you struggle when realizing that they’re tied together.
How’d you get here?
Why are your hands tied?
Looking down, your lower half isn’t tied up. Why? Your head begins to hurt, and you slightly panic. Being alone is a fear that can’t go away, not after that one experience.
You were 16 and had your licenses for seven months then. Even with the phone’s GPS on, the only sound you concentrated on was the radio as you drove back home from a friend’s house. It was your first time there, so you needed your phone for directions. Your phone was on ten percent by the time you decided to leave, which made this more time-sensitive, so you were trying to get home quickly before you got lost.
Distracted by the song playing to ease away the fear of being alone in the dark, you miss your turn. Quickly you looked at the phone to see the GPS rerouting. In half a mile, you needed to turn right onto a road you weren’t familiar with. The bottom of the screen said you’re five minutes away from home, so you had no choice but to take the turn when it came. You continued on again, distracted by the radio as if you didn’t learn from the first time. The turn approached, but you barely made it. You stepped on the brake as hard as you could to try and slow down your turn. You tried to think faster than your car could handle, but you made the turn at the right time. The road ahead was dark, even with your headlights on.
A little spooked out from that, you sped up to get off this unfamiliar road. The road started to get bumpy as it turned from concrete to rocks, and you couldn’t slow down. Your nerves took the higher route that you suddenly hit the accelerator. You had lost control of the wheel as you tried to turn it to prevent the car from going off-road. Yet, you still end up crashing off the road. You tried to take deep breaths, tried to calm your heart that was racing faster than usual, but nothing helped. Your eyes stung as tears formed in your eyes as you wiped them with your hands.
You picked up your phone and dropped it; your hands were shaking. As you took a deep breath, you picked it up again and contemplated who to call for help. Immediately you thought of your dad, but you decided against it. He would be asleep; it was two in the morning. Looking at the battery on your phone, it said seven percent. You go back to the GPS to send your location to your mom, dad, and brother, so they knew where you are.
You called the home phone because you knew anyone would hear it. Your mother picked up and asked who this was. Your new cell phone number wasn’t saved in the phone system.
“Mom.” you say, your voice shaky. She catches that.
“Where are you? It’s late, and you should be home.?
“I crashed. I was driving and- I couldn’t, couldn’t get control of the wheel.”
“Where’d you crash?”
“On this road. I don’t know I-”
The phone call ended; your phone had died.
This was the first time you were ever alone, by yourself, in the dark. Even though at home, when you’re asleep in your bed, you were never alone. You never experienced your genuine fear, but now you were almost completely stranded and in the dark, the only light coming from the moon.
That’s when he arrived. Your darkness was met with a light, a light that you couldn’t see through your blurred vision. Your hands moved as windshield wipers to your eyes as you tried to see and block what you saw ahead of you.
The light got closer and closer, that’s when you met him. Encompassed in warmth from the lights, he looked like your savior once he got out of his car. But you were still scared. When you didn’t know what he would do for you in the future, you didn’t know he was the love of your life. All you thought about then was, were you going to make it? Will your family know if you’re okay? Were you going to live in real darkness as this man, unknown to how he will affect your life soon, approached your window at a distance as his mouth moved, but you couldn’t hear a word?
But then you remembered where you were. You begin to freak out; you were surrounded by your biggest fear again, darkness and a new one, loneliness. You want to escape; your mind was freaking out. You stress yourself out; your mind was going wild. Then you hear a voice.
“Why hello, it’s you again.”
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You constantly hurt yourself mentally to the point that you can’t think straight anymore; your mind runs different scenarios that will never ever happen.
You’d fallen too hard.
Remember meeting him? It was only seven months ago when you saw him. He was the light, the headlight that guided you through your incident. His dark blue, buttoned-down shirt hung over his dark jeans as his dark sneakers guided him closer to you. You expected by that time your family would have arrived to help, but there was no sign of them. It was just you and him. But then he was gone. You thought you were to never see him again.
Then you met him again.
The second encounter was at a lounge. As you walked into the lounge where your friend celebrated her birthday, it was a hassle just to get in. Eventually, you got through. The music was loud, too loud to you, and unfamiliar. You ignored that coldness that went through your heart as loud music, flashing lights, and a dark room surrounded you. You were still a little spooked out from your incident.
With the friends you came with, you all walked in a circle around the large dance floor and chairs before you found the birthday girl and her other guests.
Everyone was drunk, high, or both, so it took them a while to recognize who you were. You gave the birthday girl a huge then sat down to only feel like an outcast for the rest of the night. Your phone was the only company you had as you scrolled back and forth between your contacts, wondering who to text. Maybe going out wasn’t the best thing to do. It was something you didn’t want to do, but for the sake of seeing a friend, you did.
As the night progressed into the early morning, you were secretly sneaking glances at a guy. He looked familiar in his white t-shirt, pink jacket, and short haircut. That’s all you could see; it was dark in that area. As you stared, he made eye contact with you, or so you thought. Your friend next to you had finished a whole bottle, enjoying her time, so you assumed he looked her way; she was a pretty girl, and she did crack a joke. He laughed it; he had a beautiful smile. You decided to look on your phone for the rest of the time spent there; you didn’t want to get your hopes up.
Eventually, everyone’s limits were reached, and it was time to go. One of your friends had traveled a long distance to celebrate with the birthday girl, so she stayed with another friend in her dorm. You all had to go to the birthday girl’s Airbnb to get the blow-up mattress for your friend so that she could sleep in comfort. Instead of taking an Uber to Airbnb, another mutual friend offered you a ride. You were the last to get in since you weren’t drunk or in the clouds. Once you got in and looked at the driver, insecurity overcame you when you saw it; it was him.
The night of the accident, he approached you. Your heart was racing as your mind was trying to outthink the fear and bring out the survival. You had no training in self-defense or no weapon to help you prosper. You shut down physically; there was nothing for you to do but keep the doors locked. But he stopped an arm’s length and a half away from your window. You could hear him, but you were too scared to listen. All he wanted was to pull you out, pull you out of this darkness you faced, at the moment, mentally, and in the future.
So, you let him
You couldn’t find the strength to face him but faintly nodded at his response. He left, and again, you felt alone. Then you felt a movement. He connected his car to yours and pulled you out. He pulled you out of this hole you were stuck in. Both the ditch and your fear began to fade away at the moment as you were put back onto your path. He then unattached himself; he was gone now.
Memories flooded your mind as you rode in the car to the Airbnb. He dropped you all off, and he left to go to his home; you didn’t exchange any words with him. Instead, all you could think about was how he showed up in your life again. How in moments of rescue he was there for you, to take you out of some form of darkness and bring you back into the light. But then he was gone, and your new fear of loneliness began to build its way into your mind.
Somehow the birthday girl was informed on how you felt about her best friend’s brother. Maybe it was because you were so in your thoughts during the drive that you didn’t know you were staring at him the whole ride. You didn’t want to push your friend into introducing him to you. Even though something about him made you want to be with him, you never had the chance to. You didn’t want to pursue an empty dream. But you believed she wouldn’t remember, she was very drunk, you assumed she would forget.
She didn’t forget. He was interested in you; he shared a similar feeling to you. He remembered you; she told you he said it wasn’t hard for him to not to. You were excited, but you couldn’t decide if you wanted to talk to him or not. You didn’t know if you were falling for him because you knew he’d catch you, or was it something else? But of course, you wanted to talk to him. It’d been a while since a boy shared the same feelings as you. But he rescued you when you needed it the most.
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Eventually, something felt off. He wasn’t replying as fast as he used to, as fast as you wanted him to. You wanted to talk to him as much as possible. He said that he didn’t see the notifications pop up on his phone, and you just shook it off. It happened again. He had a different reason; he didn’t like to be on his phone that much.
You made plans for him to come over. he never showed up, you never got a reply. You waited 24 hours, you waited even more, and still, no response. You were hurt. You were and are still hurt that he’s gone; he didn’t want you. But you didn’t want to jump into a conclusion bust because you’re hurt; you wanted to cry because you knew you’d fallen too hard.
But so did he. He was scared, though. He knew his feelings for you were something unreal, something unnatural that he’s never felt before. He wanted to be with you, but he had to pull himself out of his own dark hole. He needed to find a light, and that day he rescued you, he knew that you were the reason he was out, that he saw the light, your light. Your light was faded though, it was too dim. He knew only he could see it; no one else would be able to. This wasn’t a physical light he saw but a light telling him he made it out his hole. So, he followed it.
Your mental light guided him to that lounge that day. He didn’t want to be there, but he felt like he needed to. He was glad he went; he saw you, but he had left you, again. He didn’t feel ready. He knew you were interested, so when you wanted to connect, he wasn’t going to say no. But he knew he wasn’t prepared. He didn’t want to drag you into his hole even though he was almost out, but he also didn’t want to leave you again. He was climbing out for you. So, when he was free, he was ready for you. But he didn’t know if you were prepared for him.
You were ready for him. You knew you would be. You both created a light together and buried holes in life you didn’t need. But you were still scared of the dark but didn’t know. There was so much light from this new life that you forgot about darkness. You forgot about who you were before.
That’s when I had to step in.
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You remember living in a somber cloud until you discovered that luminous sky in which you belonged. You were not alone, though. It was just you and your mind; you were trapped inside of it.
“There’s no escape.” That’s what it told you.
You’d been told that every day by multiple voices in your head, all speaking those three words, Some louder than the others, some bolder than the others, some whispering in your ears until you fell asleep. But then they stopped; they approached a slow decrescendo because you let your mind take over.
Living alone in remoteness wasn’t a choice; there was no freedom for you. Your mind never gave you options, never gave you choices. Instead, you were under your mind’s control instead of you being able to control it.
The inner workings of your mind seemed normal from your childhood days. The doctors would never see a problem, even when you knew your mind was controlling you. They still marked you as normal. You’re only experiencing head pains and should begin to relax more; stay inside, they recommended. Your mind took that seriously and to its advantage.
When you were younger, you imagined wanting to be someone else. To be glowing, perfect in any way you could be. To have eyes that people get hypnotized by. To be someone who wasn’t afraid of anything that involved darkness.
So, your mind took that seriously too.
It started creating its own personality to match the description of who you wanted to be. You weren’t ready for that. Your eyes would forever be dark so that once people looked into them, they wouldn’t be able to stop. They would have the power to suck people into darkness. You couldn’t fight this at a young age; you thought it was your imagination, you didn’t know what to think, so you let your mind wander. Sometimes you thought you were special with the type of mind that you had. But thinking back on it, you question why do you have a mind that’s so controlling? A mind that is a strong dictator, a mind that won’t let you gain freedom even if you try in every way to fight for it.
But you gave up; you couldn’t handle fighting it anymore. It kept causing headaches that no kind of pain medicine could fix. You knew to treat it was to leave it alone, so you did. You let your mind take over how you went on, forever.
As you got older, everyone you knew began to think you were going crazy. So they left you. It wasn’t your choice to go into remoteness; your mind led you into it. It’s as if your mind took control of everyone else you knew and loved and told them to disappear, to swim away before they could drown.
You physically had to leave from what you called my home. You couldn’t hurt anyone who stayed around anymore; they were too important to you. You would take them for advantage. You mentally, emotionally, lived in your mind now, under lock and key. But there was only one key to get you out. You knew what the key was, but your mind tricked you. It made you believe it had it all along. It had become too late for you to discover that you were the key to your own escape, to your freedom, to your mind.
You were sent to the clouds, the dark clouds. The secret to escaping the clouds- you had to stop thinking, but that’s what got you here in the first place. You had to think differently, to get back to those you love, to have them swim around and not be afraid to drown. That was all you ever wanted again. Everyone had told you that if you stop thinking, it’s not safe. You won’t be “human” if you stop thinking. You wouldn’t know what to do.
That’s precisely it.
You needed to stop thinking about others. You had to stop listening to the negatives that locked up the positives. You were the one trapping all the good and letting the bad take over. You can shut down your mind. You can tell your mind no. You don’t want your mind to manipulate you anymore and make the bad look like the good. You can’t let yourself be hurt and confused. You had to escape your mind as if you were in an escape room, with the only way out is to discover the truth and finding the key to freedom.
But your mind was one step ahead of you because it’s your mind. It knew what you wanted to do, and it knew what to do to stop you. As you became one with your mind, your physical form diminished faster. You became nothing but a thought, a voice. You were now floating in the sky between darkness and light. Though you’re not worried about the dark clouds that used to surround you, you are met with a new form, a voice. You became just a voice, a voice that tries to help. To save you from what darkness hides in your mind. To help you from what you did.
Do you understand?
This you, this you that went through all of this, is me. I’m trying to save you from becoming me.
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Okay, look, if you stop crying, I can help you out. The tears are just getting annoying at this point. Go into your bedroom and into the bathroom connected to it. Look in the mirror. You look a mess, and I need you to understand your tears aren’t going to help you get everything back. You lost everything you had and loved. Your light, your savior who became your husband, and your kids you created together are in a better place, but I can really tell that you are still hurt by the memories of them. I have something for you that I’ve kept hidden, but I guess now is the time to show you. If I show you, there are rules and regulations you must follow for the use of it. Don’t be afraid, for I am only here to help. I know all you can do is hear from me but let me guide you back to what you lost.
Now wipe the tears from your brown eyes and look at the top corner of the mirror. Pull at it but be as gentle you can. Good, good. Now, what do you see? Exactly. It’s still a mirror, but you can’t see yourself. Stop freaking out. I know you’ve been feeling invisible lately, and this isn’t helping, but if you stop freaking out, I can explain. Breathe, are you done now? Perfect.
Try and touch the mirror. Correct, this is supposed to happen. When your whole body is consumed by this mirror, your husband, your kids, your old life before your incident will be back in your life again. Yes, I’m serious. I don’t have time to not be serious. I only want what’s best for you. This mirror is a passage, a portal back to your old life.
Are you done? I know you’re happy, but you need to hear these-
Never do that again! Do you know how much danger you can get into by doing that before knowing everything? I’m thinking I should’ve never shown you this! This mirror can be dangerous, and you can lose everything all over again. Obviously, I need to start with the negatives so you can understand.
You can only enter this mirror once, every three weeks. Yes, only three weeks now; hush and keep listening. If you go more than that, you will get confused about which dimension is accurate. If you overstay in this mirror dimension, the real world will be inaccessible to you; it will disappear. Now I know you don’t want to stay in this world, the realistic world, but if you stay in this almost parallel world, the tragedy you faced in your real life will repeat in this parallel one. With that, you won’t be able to leave you would already have been forbidden to come back by me. This mirror would no longer be available to you.
The only good thing about this mirror is that you can resume your life as if the incident you caused with your family never happened. You can feel true happiness again; you can love again. Your natural beauty will look fresh again. Your face won’t be stained with tears and depression. But I must warn you, you can’t tell your family where you are actually from.
Why do you keep interrupting me? Thank you, now. As I was saying, it’ll mess up everything. If you inform them of where you’re from or where you are coming from, the incident will find a way to happen, and there is no way to stop it, and again, you will be stuck.
No one should know.
For now, you must leave this world when everyone is asleep, so they don’t become curious about anything. You can’t mention the incident at all; you can’t mention reality. Suppose you tell anyone about the incident or try to save them. In that case, the incident will happen again, and I will immediately transfer you to a dimension with just darkness and nothing else. I will ignore your cries by silencing them and leave you to feel alone.
Do you understand? Good.
Wait! Don’t jump in yet. I will help you only this one time. Since you already went through today (a foolish action of you to do), which would mean you have to wait another three weeks, I will reset it to truly experience it for its beauty. But I will not let you know when your time is up. I will not tell you when your next visit is. You must accept these circumstances and follow these rules.
Alright, I’m done now.
Go freshen up and come back in here when you look semi-decent again.
Ah, much better. Okay, put a smile on that beautiful face of yours and go see the love of your life, your beautiful kids, your happiness that helped you escape your fear.
Not many people get a chance like this. Don’t blow it. The incident should have never happened, but you are lucky I am willing to give you a second chance.
Not many people who kill their families have the opportunity to interact with them again.
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Ah, welcome back. You actually listened to what I said; good job. Now, how was it?
Wait, wait, slow down! I’m not even going to try and pretend that I heard everything you just said. Take a deep breath and start over.
Well, it sounds like you enjoyed your time. So now I need you to do one last thing. What I need you to do is to protect this mirror. Look under the bathroom sink in your cabinets. There you will see a tube of gel. Yes, that one right there. Grab that and open it up. Dip one finger in it and touch the mirror. No, you won’t go through it, just do as I say, it’s for your own safety. I’ll explain why when you do as I say. Now put the gel back under the sink cabinet and close it back all the way.
I had you do this because there are some who don’t agree with me. They don’t trust you to know about and use this mirror. They want to take over your mind. They will do anything to make sure you aren’t happy anymore, and I won’t always be around to protect you. Every time you want to use this mirror, you must use this gel. It’s a lock and key only for you. It must be stored in the cabinets under the sink specifically. Obviously, you’ll see it, but others will not. If you put it anywhere else, anyone can see it, take it, and you’ll lose your chances to be back in your old life ever again. This mirror takes a lot to manage, but it’s worth it, right? Exactly.
Now that you know everything, I must go. Don’t assume I will always be around because, trust me, I won’t. I’ll pop in every now and then, but soon, I won’t be around.
There’s a reason why I’m treating you like this. I have to be hard on you because not only do I care for you, but I too had a mirror life. My situation was like yours but, I was an experiment. I didn’t lose anyone because I killed them, but I wanted the life that I had before back again. I was just there, in a desperate moment, and was called to do it. My mind had other plans for me, and there was nothing I could do but follow; my mind took over my world.
This mirror gave me everything I ever dreamed of, but only at the command of my mind. I was to do anything and everything it said because the mind controls all things; it was like God. I was told to go home, go into my personal bathroom, and do as I was told. I entered into a world I thought was mine. I saw everyone who I thought left me, left me emotionally in the sea. What I didn’t know was that in this fake reality, my reality was being ruined. That’s how I became nothing but a voice.
I didn’t have to wait every three weeks; I could go whenever. It’s not like I had anything better to do. I missed my life, and I wanted so badly to get back to it, so I went every day, even twice or three times a day. But every time I went into that mirror, something followed me back, something that came to ruin my reality. Some worked with my mind and within my mind to destroy everything. So that they could capture me in this form forever, but I was lucky enough to figure out what was happening. What this experiment was all about, but things weren’t easy. I was supposed to be; I was forced to be trapped.
That’s why I gave you that glue. The day I figured out what happened, I tried to go back and never return, but I was trapped. Every room and building I walked into was transformed. I spent endless months trying to find that mirror. Everyone I tried to reach out to hurt, hurt in a fake reality I built trying to save myself, to be myself again.
There was no way I could get back, but I had to do something. So, I joined the experiment team, I gave in. It was my only form of escape from this darkness, from a newfound fear of being left in a dark hole physically and emotionally, just like you.
I had to learn; I had to continue to learn until I was above all. That’s when I decided that this experiment would be put to good use. I knew you were different, you were more than just an experiment, and this is why I’m here to tell you what to do. I won’t let those who don’t agree with me ruin what you need to heal, but you aren’t the only one I must take care of. I have enemies who are coming after me and my work, so I must go. But remember, don’t let this mirror life lock you in with no key. Don’t let this fake reflection keep you locked in. Don’t become me if you can’t.
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It’s been seven months. Did you know that seven is the number of completions? From a distance, I’ve seen you grow as much as I could. I can say you have done well. You’re doing better, but I sense something strange.
Let me tell you a story.
In one home, it was always warm. Not just physically, though. Nothing ever seemed to go wrong in this life. Warm was exactly how you’d describe it and personified it. People would come up and immediately become attached; it was warming, they were attracted. Warm, welcome you with open arms and always had a smile.
But there was another home, where here, everything was cold. Any words spoken in this home would make you or anyone freeze. The Cold was its name, and that’s exactly how it was. People would walk near and instantly shiver. The cold gaze told a story, one that no one would ever finish. The story made you stand still and think. To think so hard that you become frozen. Therefore you became one with Cold.
Neither of them had looked. They weren’t human or animals; they were commonly known as seasons, but they were also feelings. They were just a feeling, in this case, at the beginning of their discovery. So how did these two fall in love? Opposites attract, right?
It was on a Sunday, it wasn’t too warm, but it wasn’t too cold, it was just right. The people seemed to notice that change. They knew it was either supposed to be warm or cold, never both. The cool air wasn’t attacking them, and the warmth wasn’t there to wrap around them like a hug. They all thought it was the end.
Warm and cold had known of each other but from a distance. They didn’t get along at first. They would fight over how the people would feel that day. They knew the day they crossed paths would not go well, or so they thought.
It’s still unknown how they crossed paths, but it was not suitable for the people the day they did. No one knew if it would be hot or if it would be cold. Eventually, people stopped going out. They didn’t like this constant battle, but Warm and Cold didn’t notice they needed one another to balance each other out.
Until one day, they started to fight, and it seemed like the battle would never ever end. They split from one another, and that’s when they became what you know as seasons. They wanted to be far apart from one another.
But it was told that once they met again, it was love at first sight all over. They couldn’t seem to stop wanting to share with one another, but they knew the limits of one another. They tried to get together, but their two separate worlds kept them apart. There was no way they could be together and make this workout.
Yet, there was a decision to be made. They had to decide which one would take over. An argument broke out over what feeling would dominate, what season would be right and best for others. They tried uniting as one, but the people ran, ran away from the constant change. But the people soon got tired of change. This time they didn’t run; they didn’t want that constant change anymore.
With their constant battles, the Cold didn’t know that Warm had other plans.
Warm had made Global Warming.
The creation favored warmth over the coldness and showed it terribly. It made Warm a strong force as it slowly made Cold disappear. The Cold couldn’t stand to see the love of its life disappear and tried to freeze it all away, the one thing it could do. It didn’t work. If cold didn’t do anything soon, Warm would not just win and be in glory with its beauty; it would lose their love.
He tried to get the people’s attention with a heavy storm, but they became scared, they refused to listen. Cold no longer had a voice.
For a while, Cold would just sit there and try to think, “What would one do to save the one they love?”
Cold found a solution but didn’t want to be apart from the one it loved, but it was the only way they could live and be together. Little did cold know Warm had plans of its own.
Warm didn’t like the idea of separation from him, but with this sacrifice came a power. But the power wasn’t enough. Friendly had to pretend and continue with what it had until what it wanted came to it.
So Warm and Cold made love together. From that, they created Spring and Fall, a mixture of them both, yet they still favored Warm. They could no longer be feelings; they were forced to become seasons. No longer would they see one another as they changed. It would begin with Cold who soon became winter. Winter would quickly transition into Spring which would eventually become Summer. Then fall would rise and soon transition into winter again.
Although they couldn’t be with one another, be side by side, see one arrive and the other go, they can see what they made together. To be reminded of the struggle they went through, but the amount of love they shared.
Global Warming had other plans. As time passed, Warm became stronger, Cold became weak. With this power, Global only wanted one thing, and that was to eliminate the Cold. Cold paid no attention to Global, which made it easier for it to become more powerful. Global promised to itself that it won’t stop until Cold was gone forever. Global Warming will be around for a while. Warm switched into something other than itself. It had everything it ever wanted, but it wasn’t enough.
Now you’re likely wondering why I told you this story. Can’t you see it? I know you do because this is exactly you. Although this story is sweet, the intentions behind one’s story weren’t. Warm was hell; Warm was and is just like you. Once you couldn’t get your way, you built upon the weakness of the one you love. You let a new power arise and take over you. You knew that with a coldness, darkness would arrive, the one thing you’re scared of. So you got rid of it, of him. Your husband was the cold, and you hated it but loved him. You’d rather kill him than work out a compromise, to be happy with the children you both made. So, you got rid of them too.
I know that you didn’t mean to kill them, but your fear overcame you; you let your mind control you, just like how I let mine. You knew it’d be better to be with yourself but lose what you love, something was wrong with your mind, but you let it control you. I was there, looking over you, when you thought you crashed your car. I knew I sensed something was wrong when I felt a mind was going astray, but I couldn’t stop it in time. Your mind was made up on something, something that was blocking me from entering. Yet, it seemed like you had most of it in control. Your mind tried to play games with you and me, but everyone’s mind does that; nothing was happening. But this evil mind was waiting around, waiting for something it knew you loved, only to get you to destroy it. Once it knew it had this power over you, it was time for it to take control, and the sad part is, you let it.
So now that I think about it, you don’t deserve this. You don’t deserve to escape. You don’t deserve to escape your fear of darkness, to escape reality, to escape anything that comes to your mind. You chose your mind over your heart. You didn’t let them work together; you let one take over. It led you to go crazy, to think the unimaginable. So now it’s time for this- to end.
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You screamed for help, but your voice didn’t go through. You were stuck, but you don’t remember how you got that way. You don’t know why your hands are tied while surrounded by your biggest fears.
Then everything came back. You’re here because you tried to run. Run from a mistake you caused and take what you were given for advantage. You could see that your mind in the alternate universe, the universe someone controlled but gifted you with, planned to do what you did in reality. You were going to kill your second chance.
You barely made it through before a force grabbed you; you weren’t quick enough. Your mind had to stop your mind from getting you here. Where? Somewhere you belong, somewhere you can’t escape. This isn’t like any escape room, where there was a key. There’s no key. You’re stuck here, for now.
Maybe this is for your own benefit. Maybe in the future, you can collect your mind back, but for now, you’re under mind control. Don’t start crying, don’t get scared again. How do you think your husband felt when you changed on him? When he saw you kill your children? When he knew he was next after he saved you from darkness? You had a chance to have it all back, but now it’s time to end it. Not forever, of course, but you are here to change for the better. You are here to change your mind, clear your mind.
You won’t anything, but you will just be a memory. It sounds terrible; this is terrifying, but doing this is best to help you. By being trapped, it will heal your mind. You don’t want to destroy the minds of others with your influence. You had a potential for the future; you were going to change lives, change minds. Instead, you wanted to control minds. You wanted to become a power, a power like Global Warming, but you couldn’t have that you don’t deserve that, no one does.
It’s time to say goodbye. Try to think of as much as you can, because you won’t remember for a while. Try to think back to the dark car, the lounge, how your life went under but brought you back above. How you could get back what you used to have but decided it wasn’t worthy, worthy enough to be in your mind. You made all of this, everything, worth nothing.
You let your last thought be of the one you loved-- love. How you put your darkness on them as you allow your mind to escape.