Well, I hated such motherfuckers the most; like, literally, now another asshole was laughing like a creep, and I could feel Antak's expressions were getting quite dark, so I was hoping for this random bastard to show himself before this jerk crushes this bastard to dust.
So while I was hoping for action, I felt a bit dizzy, and I began to hear voices in my head: "Kid, wake up. How long are you planning on sleeping? Wake up!"
Well, this was stranger than anything I ever experienced, like someone was telling me to wake up, but damn, I was already awake as hell, so which motherfucker was even trying to mess with me now?
But before I could find an answer to this question, I found that I was lying in a strange house with way too many weird people around me, feeling this insanity quite horrifyingly. I tried to leap back and make my safety distance from these freaks.
But the moment I was about to jump, I felt that I couldn't move my body; it was as if everything around me turned way too big, or it was that I was now turned way too small, and the people who were around me were surely not looking familiar.
So I still tried to move a little, but I felt that there was nothing for me to even move, my arms, my legs—nothing was there; it was as if I had been turned into some kind of doll.
Feeling the terror, I tried to scream, but there was no voice from my throat, and all I could hear were these people's confrontations: "Calm down, kid. We know it was tough, but now it is alright. We again brought you back to this world, to your lovely mom and dad. Now you don't have to again feel lonely, so forget about everything that happened after that horrified accident. Now you are again back to your family, my dear Adi!"
Hearing this bitch's voice, I started to feel insane terror; it was as if I had turned into something else, or maybe I was plucked from my world. Now this wicked woman and these strange people were calling me their family; what the fuck was it?
I remember clearly; I didn't die or anything, so why was everything around me changed like this? Where did everybody go? Why is my bat not with me or my spirits? They are all gone; I was again lonely!
Now it was seeming as if I had been dreaming the entire time; like, I even started to get memories about these weird people. The bitch who was getting way too dramatic was my mom; she was an average woman, and the father was that old man. Oh fuck, I even started seeing strange visuals of me being in some sort of place where some wicked strange people were doing something while making strange patterns around my body.
Fuck, I was losing my mind. This wicked place was nothing but a curse. I had to find something to return to my world. This wicked spirit is toying with my memories. I couldn't stay here a single moment; I could hear her strange laughter and those wicked cries that kept echoing in my ear to just accept this fate.
No, fuck no, I couldn't. If I just accepted this bitch, then I wouldn't be able to return back to my world, and these sick bastards would use me as a fucking toy. No bastards, this creep has already been written to a far crueler death, so nothing this plain could break me.
So I began to move, but the moment I was about to move, I felt as if the cotton that was filled in my doll started to burn, and that burning sensation was giving me insane terror; it felt as if my soul were getting burned.
The ache started to echo in my mind, and I again started to see those assholes. Fuck, my mind and heart started clashing with each other; my two fucking selves stood beside my doll and spoke in opposite tones to each other. The first one spoke: "Kid, can't you see the reality? This is the reality. How can you even call that wicked place your home? You know, you never belonged to that realm; you were a mere human who just had the ability to see the spirits, and your rage turned your soul so shallow that not even I can fill its gaps!"
Hearing his words, the other version spoke in disbelief: "What do you mean he wasn't meant for that world? He lived there and tried his best to move forward, so how can you even say that this kid wasn't meant for that world?"
Hearing these bastards, I was feeling sick because I could clearly feel my memories were getting faded with every moment, and new memories were echoing in my mind. A strange woman whom I had never seen before was telling me that she was my mom, and these other assholes, who were chanting these strange chants, I couldn't find any resemblance to me.
Until I started paying attention to the situation, I thought, "What if this woman is trying to show me her story, how she was trapped here, and how she ended up here?"
Feeling such thoughts, I felt that it was a good time to provoke her before I got killed by her: "Bitch, why are you telling me your story, and why are you forcing your tale on me? I know due to your carelessness, you must have died, and now you are trying to blame everybody in your sight. Just how disgusting can you be"
Well, I wasn't using much rage bait for her, but her reaction was quite fierce, as everything turned dark, and the people all started to take a bow on the ground, while a strange woman, way too gorgeous for eyes to even blink, came in front of me and spoke in a quite composed, yet fierce tone: "Oh kid, better watch what you say, because after being consumed by my curse, you wouldn't have such a sharp tongue, so better not speak about such things that you know nothing about!"
Seeing her falling for my such simple words, so easily, I felt that she must have also tasted the betrayal or brutality from someone she trusted, but I didn't have the luxury to help people come out of their misery.
Because an empty vase can't ever fill anything from it, other than using its broken pieces as filling for others.