I sat through classes after the...meeting, mind addled with an agonizing blanket of brain fog that only seemed to grow thicker, the more words the teachers said and wrote on the board.
Surprisingly, Brittany hadn't been very talkative as usual throughout the day, and I could see her shooting me worried, furtive glances every other minute from my peripheral vision.
I guessed the fact that I was slowly losing grip on my sanity was becoming physically obvious on my face, and thereby causing Brittany to worry. But I couldn't tell her what was going on.
It was bad enough that I'd gotten myself involved in such terrible things that were just...too much for me. I couldn't bear to rope the one and only friend I had in all of that mess too.
I wasn't sure what was real anymore. Whether I was floating in between time and space, whether I was still having a very long and very vivid nightmare, or whether this was all simply a simulation.
