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Things we can't tell

𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙳 π™²π™°πš‚π™΄. 𝙽𝙾 π™²πšπ™Έπ™Όπ™Έπ™½π™°π™» π™΅π™Ύπš„π™½π™³, 𝙽𝙾 πš‚πš„πš‚π™Ώπ™΄π™²πšƒ π™Άπš„π™Έπ™»πšƒπšˆ.Β 

Β πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš˜πš—πš•πš’ πšœπšžπš›πšŸπš’πšŸπš˜πš› 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽ π™Ίπš’πšπš—πšŠπš™πš™πš’πš—πš π™²πšŠπšœπšŽ πš’πš— π™ΏπšŽπš—πšπš•πšŽ, π™»πš’πš—πšπšœπšŽπš’ πšπšŠπš”πšŽ, πš›πšŽπšπšžπšœπšŽπš 𝚝𝚘 πšπšŠπš•πš” 𝚝𝚘 πšπš‘πšŽ πšŠπšžπšπš‘πš˜πš›πš’πšπš’πšŽπšœ πšŠπš—πš πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πš˜πš•πš’πšŒπšŽ. π™³πš˜πšŒπšπš˜πš›πšœ πšœπšŠπš’πš πšπš‘πšŠπš πšœπš‘πšŽ πšœπšžπšπšπšŽπš›πšœ πšπš›πš˜πš– π™Ώπš˜πšœπš-πšƒπš›πšŠπšžπš–πšŠπšπš’πšŒ πš‚πšπš›πšŽπšœπšœ π™³πš’πšœπš˜πš›πšπšŽπš›.Β 

π™°πšπšπšŽπš› 𝚝𝚠𝚘 πš’πšŽπšŠπš›πšœ 𝚘𝚏 πš™πšœπš’πšŒπš‘πš’πšŠπšπš›πš’πšŒ πš›πšŽπš‘πšŠπš‹πš’πš•πš’πšπšŠπšπš’πš˜πš—, π™»πš’πš—πšπšœπšŽπš’ πšπš’πšπš—'𝚝 πšœπš‘πš˜πš  πšŠπš—πš’ πšœπš’πšπš—πšœ 𝚘𝚏 πšπšŽπšπšπš’πš—πš πš‹πšŽπšπšπšŽπš›. πš‚πš‘πšŽ πšœπšžπšπšπšŽπš›πšŽπš πšπš›πš˜πš– πš‚πšŒπš‘πš’πš£πš˜πš™πš‘πš›πšŽπš—πš’πšŠ, π™±πš’πš™πš˜πš•πšŠπš› π™³πš’πšœπš˜πš›πšπšŽπš›, π™ΏπšŠπš›πšŠπš—πš˜πš’πšŠ, πšŠπš—πš π™³πš’πšœπšœπš˜πšŒπš’πšŠπšπš’πš˜πš— π™³πš’πšœπš˜πš›πšπšŽπš›.Β 

πšƒπš‘πšŽ πšπš˜πšŒπšπš˜πš›πšœ πšŠπšπšŸπš’πšœπšŽπš πš‘πšŽπš› 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒 πš’πš— πš›πšŽπš‘πšŠπš‹ 𝚝𝚘 πš’πš–πš™πš›πš˜πšŸπšŽ πš‘πšŽπš› πš‘πšŽπšŠπš•πšπš‘.

L A S TΒ  S E S S I O N

There's a gun pointed at my head. If I had known what would happen if I continued digging into this hole, I would've stopped.

I laughed.

I sat there, numb and lost, my memories, despite mixed, came rushing. The filesβ€”Lindsey's case files. I had seen them so many times, trying to understand her trauma, trying to help her heal. But now, something stood out in my mind.Β 

Lindsey's picture. There had been no photograph attached to her file.

Her features description didn't match her.

They matched me.

"Hahaha . . ." My small chuckle turned into a loud laugh.

My laugh echoed through the forest. A lifeless body in front of me. A gun in my hand.

I gripped my face.

My laugh turned into cries.

"I--huh?" My forehead furrowed, looking at the woman in front of me.

"W-Who are you?!" I panicked and moved away.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME!!!"

My body had an automatic response. But I couldn't think straight. I thought I was pointing her the gun, I only noticed that I didn't move it from my head when I pulled the trigger.

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