I have a headache.
I have a really bad headache.
Looking around the room I am in, the pain in my head seems to intensify as I am met with this bizarre situation. When I woke up, I am suddenly in a bedroom that I am unfamiliar with, it gets worse from here though.
Looking down at the floor, through the eerie moonlit that shines into the room through the window, I saw red blood. I went to turn on the lights to see the floor utterly stained with red, on the pillow where I had rested my head had also the same color. On my right side, there was a revolver, with a closer inspection on the gun. I see that it was fully loaded with one bullet missing from the chamber.
As I held my aching head, I look around the room. The room was slightly bigger than my bedroom, about 11 by 12 ft, roughly measuring.
There was a desk, with a chair. On the desk there was a single untitled book. I get off the blood soaked bed as I rest myself in the chair.
" At least have some painkiller..."
I say as a complaint as I searched the desk, there was nothing like that which made me despair slightly meaning that I'll have to endure this headache.
I flip through the pages of the book that was in front of me. It seems it was a journal, I'm somewhat thankful that the language was at least in English which I understood.
On the first few pages, it seems that this is a journal written to record a research project lead by a Professor William P. Harris. Reading further into the journal before it becomes impossible to read thanks to blood having sprayed onto the pages and seeped into the pages, painting it red and turning black. Arriving at the furthest page of the book, the only readable words that stands out in the middle of the spilled blood sent chills down my spine.
Everyone will die, including me.
I stood up from the chair and backed away from the desk for a moment as the pain in my head suddenly become worst, causing me to fall to my knees. I groaned loudly hoping that my pain would lessen by doing this, it did not. I would begin to recall memories that were not mine, the sensation of recollecting a life that weren't my original would was nauseating and sanity draining.
Unfortunately or perhaps it was fortunate, I didn't need to endure this pain for long as I began to collapse face first to the floor and my consciousness began to fade into oblivion once again, as my begin to sink into darkness. I hope in my heart and pray that this is just one terrible nightmare or hallucination caused by a head splitting headache.