Awake again. What is going on? I’m in a new room, this time it looks like a clean, monochrome bedroom. My headache is gone, and I feel refreshed. In fact, I feel better that I have been in quite some time. Have I been cured? Is this some temporary cure or a permanent one. I don’t look any different. Wait… what’s this? I’m wearing a t-shirt that says “S: 2-50.” I’m wearing shorts to match as well.
Maybe they just cured me temporarily, or this was just the beginning of a month long cure. Something is off here, but I can’t figure it out. “Hello?” I call out, but no answer. I try the door, it’s locked. I try the window, it’s fake. If I really think about it, this room looks like a clean, colorless version of my room. I knock on the door, “Hellooo? Anyone there?” On the last knock, I hit the door harder than I meant to and it started to break. My fist almost broke through the wood entirely.
I just stan