The days blurred together, folding into one another like torn pages from a book I could no longer read. Every morning felt like waking in someone else’s dream—familiar but disturbingly unfamiliar. It was as if the world around me was shifting subtly, a constant whisper that reality was slipping through my fingers.
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the cracked ceiling, the glow from my phone casting long shadows across the room. The message from the unknown number echoed in my mind: “Find me before time runs out.” Those words felt like a ticking clock deep inside my chest, each second passing faster than the last.
School was no refuge. The halls, once filled with laughter and faces I knew, now felt like a maze I was trapped in. People passed by without noticing me, or if they did, t
