Day 1,

I have waited in this room for 2 hours for my interviewer to come in, she doesn't seem to remember that I came in today. My legs are starting to cramp from sitting too long, I should get up.

I let out the gust of 'wind' I had been holding in, to make sure the room did not stink when they came in.

"Ughh, Fuck, I came here for nothing",

My mind was in a complete warzone at the moment from feeling annoyed, But then I heard something, and turned around.

"I am sorry. I got caught up with some things".

The girl that came in was petite and small, almost cute if you didn't look in her eyes which were a dark colour, almost as if she put contacts in to make it look like that.

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"It is rude to stare at someone for so long".

She snapped her fingers at me, and I was seated in my chair again.

"What the- Ah, yes I am sorry".

She stared at me for a few seconds creepily, then looked down at her paper. God, why did I have to get the lifeless, dull, creepy interviewer?

"Now, to confirm your identity, please state your name, year of birth, and home address".

"Right. I am-" Wait, why cant I remember my name, and what is my home address?

"Alright. I will start the interview, Why have you come here?"

"Wait, Miss, I didn't tell you my name did I?"

"Elliot did".

"Who?"

This is starting to creep me out, maybe I should come back and ask for a different interviewer, yeah I think so.

"Actually, I am not feeling so well right now, I think I should go, haha."

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snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap.

"Is that you Elliot?"

Who is Elliot again? Ah, right my best friend.

"Elliot, you are not hiding anymore, you look wonderful!"

There are books surrounding me, some are photo albums, they are nice. Some old fairy tale books I used to read, oh and adult ones?

"Hey, Elliot! look at these photos of you".

He looks different, no he looks the same, no scary, wait he is creepy, no he is not, what am I saying, wait I am thinking this, aren't I? I am feeling drowsy.

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snap.

It looks like the void

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snap.

Just a quiet field.

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Oh, I am back to reality now.

"Dr. shire, when can I go home?"

"When you are better".

"Elliot says I am".

"Exactly".