W-Wнat do yoυ мean?

Tнen aғтer тнaт qυeѕтιon everyтнιng wenт вlanĸ.

I нeard ѕlιgнт qυιeт voιceѕ, "Wнaт are yoυ doιng yoυ ιdιoт?! Heѕ goιng тo ĸnow тo мυcн!!" "I have to! I have to help him! He-He's...."

What....? Where am I....? I tried opening my eyes. What the hell...? I'm-I'm blind folded?

"He's my friend! Alfred is my friend and I have to help him!! He thinks I'm dead!"
"But, sir...."
"No buts! This is my choice. I have to do this!"

W-Why am I blind folded....?

"Alfred Listen to me," he took a deep sigh, "I'm Arthur Kirkland your friend that you think has died."

What?! He's dead! How is he Arthur!? This is impossible...!!

"I know you're confused-"

Take this blind fold off of me!! This is impossible! Let me see your face! I know Kirkland anywhere!

"I can't do that."

Why?!

"Because I'm not really your friend. All of it it was just your imagination. I'm just a figment created from your imagination. I'm not really here."

What?! WHAT THE HELL?! THIS IS NOT HAPPENING. HE REAL. HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT HES TALKING ABOUT.

You're here!! You're real!! what aRE YOU SAYING?!

He took a deep sigh, "It may be confusing at first but-"

Everything went quiet. Not one breath was heard. I was the only one there. Just me.

W-where am I....? Where is everyone... W-Was he right.... Is he just a figment of my imagination...

I stood up, and looked around. And remembered something. The tea. That cup of tea.
It all started with a cup of tea. When I "met" Arthur- am I crazy? I don't know!! It it just.... What am I doing here? I need to figure out how to get out of here.

Am I an Insane person? What am I doing here??
Why am I here for exact?