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We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality.
- Iris Murdoch13 November, 3:25 am
I entered the room and the first thing I saw was red. Red on the carpet, floor, red on the bedsheet and red on the lifeless body lying on the bed. My legs couldn’t hold me up any longer and I collapsed. There on the bed was my friend, my sister, my only spark of hope in this dark world, Liza.
This must be a dream…no, this can’t be real.
Her wide eyes that stared at the ceiling held sadness, the same familiar look I always saw in my reflection but never so still. Her lips were parted like she was trying to tell me something so desperately but her lifeless heavy body wasn’t responding to her pleas to move.
Was she calling for me from the other side?
Wake up, wake up. This is just a nightmare. It has to be.
Somehow I crawled towards her to her hand through the blinding dizziness
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