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It was all blue.

Blue and white, to be exact.

The room around me was all blue and white, not a single window, not one opening, no way for any colour to seep into the space. Even as I stood, colour seemed to elude me - blue, white, blue, white...

Where the hell was I?

My hand flew to my temples as I felt myself fall, my body hitting the cold, white tiles as an image formed in my head.

It was late at night, and I was all alone on the road. 150 on the dash, the headlights my only company, the music at full volume as the moonlight hit the water to my left.

Being alone was peaceful, I thought.

But I wished...

I wished I was with her.

I felt my nerves loosen, my complexion relaxing as the image of this girl formed in my head, this girl whose name I couldn't remember, who I couldn't quite place.

Her hair is the most beautiful thing about her, thick and the richest shade of brown. It frames those big, brown eyes, that seem to mesmerise me in a way that I can't really explain.

Her lips, held in half a smile and half a smirk, hold me captive. The way in which she holds herself, the epitome of determination and confidence, draw me in. Her skin shimmers even though there is no light touching it. Not here, in this colourless place.

I imagine sitting across from her, driving with her by my side, the way the moon would highlight the sharp angles of her face.

Who is she?

"Son?"

I jerk upwards, rising to my feet.

"Son, are you alright?"

Father.

It's like I'm a cicuitboard, and I've been reset.

My mind seems to blank as my eyes close and my body makes contact with soft bedsheets.

White bedsheets.

And, like clockwork, the same, disturbing thought resurfaces.

Who am I?

I slip into another world as my body once again relaxes, words, colours, places flooding my thoughts, some sort of malfunctioning loop that won't stop playing.

It was late at night, and I was all alone on the road. 150 on the dash, the headlights my only company, the music at full volume as the moonlight hit the water to my left.

Being alone was peaceful, I thought.

But I wished...

I wished I was with her.

My nerves loosen again. Clockwork, as the hand reaches the top of the hour.

Her hair is the most beautiful thing about her, thick and the richest shade of brown. It frames those big, brown eyes that seem to mesmerise me in a way that I can't really explain.

Her lips, held in half a smile and half a smirk, hold me captive. The way in which she holds herself, the epitome of determination and confidence, draw me in. Her skin shimmers even though there is no light touching it. Not here, in this colourless place.

I imagine sitting across from her, driving with her by my side, the way the moon would highlight the sharp angles of her face.

Who is she?

There it is again. The same thoughts, plaguing me, eating away at whatever sanity I had left.

Who am I?

Who am I?

Who am-

"Son."

Father.

And once again, darkness floods my visions, the unfathomably monotone inky blackness of the void flooding my brain.

Short circuit

Short circuit

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