I literally have no idea if this chapter is even half decent, but I hope you like it :)

Also, this chapter should be viewed on a computer - if not, then I'll write what some things say in the comments :)

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Point of View: Thomas, First Person
Timeline: Present Day

I woke up, wincing at the bright sunlight coming through my window, hitting me like a slap in the face.  I groaned, pressing my face back into my pillow in denial, already wanting to go back to sleep.  Wha...

My eyes immediately flew open as I remembered what happened last night.

Joan didn't believe me.  They didn't believe me.

I sat up and sighed, now fully awake as the train of thought started racing all over my mind.  I ran a hand through my hair, unsure of what to do.

I knew that I was the only one that could see the sides - that wasn't new information for me.  I wasn't sure for a long time, as the sides made sure not to keep themselves visible when other people were near, but in the rare instances that they did, it became obvious that they were only for my eyes.  I'm not really surprised to be completely honest, I mean, I guess it makes sense.

What surprised me is that Joan was so quick not to believe me.

Geez, why does this bother me so much?

Because Joan doesn't trust you.  The one person you would trust with anything doesn't believe you, I thought - instantly feeling guilty even though it was just a thought.

This isn't about trust, I thought back angrily. Who cares if Joan believes me? They only want to help me, that's the only thing that should matter.

"Should," I muttered aimlessly to myself, hating how much this was bothering me.  Maybe I should just stay up in my room, editing here for the day.  I don't know how I could face Joan or Talyn today, knowing what they honestly thought about it.

I threw off the sheets and made myself decent - not that I usually felt I had to for Joan or Talyn, but... after yesterday -

"Hey," a voice said, a delayed knock on my door.  "How are ya feelin'?" Joan asked, eyes dark with concern.  They adjusted their orange beanie before smiling brightly at me.

"'M fine," I said with a forced smile.  "Where are you guys at editing wise?" I asked, turning away walking over to my computer, logging in.

"... Are you sure?" Joan asked.  "You seemed really worried yesterday," they pointed out.

"Really, I'm fine," I said.  "Are you guys ready to send me your parts?"

"Thomas - please don't brush me off," Joan said, setting a hand on my shoulder and forcing me to look at them.

"I'm not," I lied.  "I'm just excited and want to post this video by tomorrow."

Joan looked wary, not sure if I was lying or not.  "But you said yesterday that -"

"Oh yesterday," I said, clearing my throat.  "Sometimes I just act a little bit silly sometimes, Joan, you know me," I said with a smile.  "I'll be all back to myself once this video is up!" I said.  Good thing I was good actor.

Joan looked confused, and admittedly a little hurt.  "O-Okay," they said finally, a bit uncertainly.  "Um, Talyn's ready, I'll tell them to send you their part and I'm almost done mine.  Are you done your part?"

"Just about," I said, happily accepting the subject change.  "Let me know when you send them," I said, turning away from them and back to my screen.

I heard Joan leave the room and I immediately hated myself.

I lied to Joan! How could I do that to them?!

I should just go downstairs, apologize to them immediately.  Be upfront and honest about hearing what they said last night, telling them that I was hurt by them calling me crazy - and accept the consequences for it.

Gosh - will they hate me? For lying? For all of this? Or is it better this way, pretending everything is fine? 

Is everything fine?

I don't think I know anymore.

I feel like I'm pretending but if there's nothing wrong with me...

I should tell them, I need to tell them - 

You don't want them to hate you, I thought.  If you go right up there and blame them they'll hate you.  No, it's better to lie, better to pretend that everything okay.  Otherwise you have a chance of losing your best friends.

I dropped my head in my hands, feeling a headache coming on.  I - How could I lie to them...?

... I already lied.

...

Might as well keep it up, nothing's stopping me.

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Point of View: ЦПKПӨЩП

𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕃𝕒ℕ.

ℕ𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕡ℝ𝕖ℙ𝕒ℝ𝕖𝔻 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝔸𝕟𝔾𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠ℝ𝕣𝕆𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕕.

𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕒 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣, 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥.

𝕐𝕖𝕤, 𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕤 - 𝕪𝕖𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪'𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕤𝕨𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕗, 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕤𝕨𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕥ℝ𝔸𝕡 - 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕕𝔼𝕒𝕋𝕙𝕊 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕤 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕕𝕖 -

...

ℙ𝕠𝕠𝕣 ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 ℝ𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟...

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕'𝕧𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕍𝕚𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕝 𝕨ℍ𝕚𝕃𝕖 𝕐𝕠𝕌 𝕤𝕋𝕚𝕃𝕝 ℂ𝕠𝕌𝕝𝕕.

𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝔸𝕟𝔾𝔼ℝ𝕠𝕦𝕊 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖...

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝔼𝕥𝕌𝕣ℕ𝕤.

𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕦𝕤, 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟? 𝕊𝕠 𝕗𝕒𝕣 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕟 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕝𝕪 - 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖 -

𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥... 🅸🅽🆃🅴🆁🅴🆂🆃🅸🅽🅶

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕦𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝕊𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝔼𝕘𝕌𝕟.

🆈🅾🆄 🅷🅰🆅🅴 🅽🅾 🅿🆁🅸🅽🅲🅴 🆃🅾 🆂🅰🆅🅴 🆈🅾🆄 🆃🅷🅸🆂 🆃🅸🅼🅴

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