The Other World
You walk over to them. There are three people there.
They sit down at the base of the tallest tree in the forest and one of the girls in the group takes something out of her bag to pass around.
You can tell that its a plastic bag filled with a red substance. Your stomach starts to growl.
"Hey Sebastian, why did you go so far out?"
You look around to the other people in the group to see who would respond.
"Hello!" the girl with the bags of blood waves her hand in your face. "Earth to Sabastian."
"Huh?"
"Dude, did you bump your head when you were gone? You don't remember your name?" one of the guys says.
You are speechless. They continue to stare at you.
"Gosh, maybe you did bump your head. You probably don't even know who we are since you don't know your own name," the other girl in the group says.
She gets closer to your face, but you divert your eyes from her. She looks saddened at your lack of response.
"Sebastian, how can you not recognize your girlfriend, Tamara? Or your best friend, Marcel? I can understand if you don't recognize Sorina, no body cares about her.
The girl he pointed to named Sorina punched him. "Shut up, asshole."
"I'm sorry baby." He laughed and hugged her.
Tamara looked at me to see if anything changed.
They sit down at the base of the tallest tree in the forest and one of the girls in the group takes something out of her bag to pass around.
You can tell that its a plastic bag filled with a red substance. Your stomach starts to growl.
"Hey Sebastian, why did you go so far out?"
You look around to the other people in the group to see who would respond.
"Hello!" the girl with the bags of blood waves her hand in your face. "Earth to Sabastian."
"Huh?"
"Dude, did you bump your head when you were gone? You don't remember your name?" one of the guys says.
You are speechless. They continue to stare at you.
"Gosh, maybe you did bump your head. You probably don't even know who we are since you don't know your own name," the other girl in the group says.
She gets closer to your face, but you divert your eyes from her. She looks saddened at your lack of response.
"Sebastian, how can you not recognize your girlfriend, Tamara? Or your best friend, Marcel? I can understand if you don't recognize Sorina, no body cares about her.
The girl he pointed to named Sorina punched him. "Shut up, asshole."
"I'm sorry baby." He laughed and hugged her.
Tamara looked at me to see if anything changed.