Written by Jacob Ibrag
Wake up. Do you remember? Denial. It’s all an illusion.
The girl is a figment of your imagination. Your name. You
don’t know anything. Check your license. What do you see?
It’s your face, yet that name is curious. You’ve never heard of
it. None of this is ringing a bell. Your heart is beating irregularly,
calm down. Keep your nerves in check. Look around. Pictures
plastered throughout. It’s your face, reoccurring. Headaches
resurfacing. The sleeping girl is there as well. Wake her up.
Shake her a bit. As your eyes lock, paralysis takes over. Ask.
‘Who am I.’ She smiles and whispers, ‘it doesn’t matter
anymore, your mind is lost along with mine.’ You
remember. Last night. Crash. Coma.
Art by xetobyte