Chapter 4
There was a bright white room surrounding me with light reflecting off the walls and floors. Despite the peaceful ambiance, my inner turmoil of panic and hesitation was evident. Suddenly, I felt so upset and angry. I kept looking around for someone or something, but all I saw was emptiness and bright light wherever I looked. I opened my mouth to speak, but I stopped as I heard another voice.
"Andy?" An innocent voice called out. It was more like a child's voice. Yes, It was a child's voice. And I couldn't help but notice that the voice sounded so familiar. Like I have heard this angelic voice somewhere. I looked around and around and finally, I turned to look back for the fourth time. And there, was a beautiful boy. His face gleamed with bright and intense white light.
"Nolan?" I stared at him, with shock displayed on my face. I felt like I was stabbed from behind and I guess I was right. I was stabbed. I grunted and knelt, blood dripped from my mouth. I looked behind me to see another Nolan, but this one had a wicked smile and his eyes turned dark.
"What's- What's going on?" I grunted and placed a hand on my mouth to stop the blood somehow. I started to get dizzy and collapsed to the ground. The pristine white floor, glowing with brilliance under the bright light, is now tainted with a sinister shade of red, akin to a poisonous substance. The Nolan who had the knife, the one who stabbed me had disappeared into thin air. The other one bent down towards me with an amicable smile.
"You ran away. You left me. I shall never forgive you for what you did to me, Andy. Never." Nolan stood up and walked towards large gates in the distance that I hadn't noticed before. The whole place changed. The bright light was now filled with ashes and hatred.
My eyes shot wide open as I woke up and sat down. I was sweating profusely and contemplating my thoughts as I did. It was just a nightmare. That's all. Nolan would never say that. I kept telling myself over and over again that this was just a nightmare, nothing serious. However, I couldn't help but wonder if he was genuinely unhappy concerning the decision I made that night. I could have just stayed there and died with him like any best friend would have. I lay my back against the headboard of my bed, regretting my whole past.
"Nolan would never run away if he was in my place and I was in his. He would bravely stand up for me. But I was a coward and ran away. I could have stayed. But the sight of the blood, the knife. . . made me run away." I whispered to myself.
I sighed deeply and heavily. "What use is regret? What benefit shall it give me? And here I am, trying to relieve the pain by calling myself a coward. How confusing is this world?"
"Andy?" An innocent voice called out. It was more like a child's voice. Yes, It was a child's voice. And I couldn't help but notice that the voice sounded so familiar. Like I have heard this angelic voice somewhere. I looked around and around and finally, I turned to look back for the fourth time. And there, was a beautiful boy. His face gleamed with bright and intense white light.
"Nolan?" I stared at him, with shock displayed on my face. I felt like I was stabbed from behind and I guess I was right. I was stabbed. I grunted and knelt, blood dripped from my mouth. I looked behind me to see another Nolan, but this one had a wicked smile and his eyes turned dark.
"What's- What's going on?" I grunted and placed a hand on my mouth to stop the blood somehow. I started to get dizzy and collapsed to the ground. The pristine white floor, glowing with brilliance under the bright light, is now tainted with a sinister shade of red, akin to a poisonous substance. The Nolan who had the knife, the one who stabbed me had disappeared into thin air. The other one bent down towards me with an amicable smile.
"You ran away. You left me. I shall never forgive you for what you did to me, Andy. Never." Nolan stood up and walked towards large gates in the distance that I hadn't noticed before. The whole place changed. The bright light was now filled with ashes and hatred.
My eyes shot wide open as I woke up and sat down. I was sweating profusely and contemplating my thoughts as I did. It was just a nightmare. That's all. Nolan would never say that. I kept telling myself over and over again that this was just a nightmare, nothing serious. However, I couldn't help but wonder if he was genuinely unhappy concerning the decision I made that night. I could have just stayed there and died with him like any best friend would have. I lay my back against the headboard of my bed, regretting my whole past.
"Nolan would never run away if he was in my place and I was in his. He would bravely stand up for me. But I was a coward and ran away. I could have stayed. But the sight of the blood, the knife. . . made me run away." I whispered to myself.
I sighed deeply and heavily. "What use is regret? What benefit shall it give me? And here I am, trying to relieve the pain by calling myself a coward. How confusing is this world?"
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