Chapter 4: Echoes of Reality
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Chapter 4: Echoes of Reality
Mira's hands trembled as she wiped away the last remnants of her past. The flames consumed the house, erasing the evidence of her actions. She fled into the night, her mind a whirlwind of emotions—fear, guilt, and a strange sense of liberation.
Days turned into weeks as Mira wandered through unfamiliar streets, her thoughts haunted by the faces of her parents. She barely slept, jumping at every shadow, every passing stranger. The city felt like a monster waiting to swallow her whole, and yet, she had nowhere else to go.
She found shelter in abandoned buildings, lived off scraps stolen from market stalls, and spent her nights curled up in alleyways. But no matter how far she ran, the echoes of her past followed her.
Desperate for answers, she sought the help of a therapist, hoping to find solace in understanding her own mind. She used a fake name, a made-up story, anything to keep the truth buried beneath layers of deception.
In the sterile confines of the therapist's office, Mira hesitated before speaking. The walls felt like they were closing in, the ticking clock on the wall counting down to something inevitable. "What if someone killed their parents?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
The therapist's eyes widened in surprise. "That's a serious question. Why do you ask?"
Mira fidgeted with the hem of her sleeve. "I know someone who did. Their parents were... different. They drew disturbing images, scribbled strange things."
The therapist leaned forward, concern etched on her face. "Are you saying this person felt threatened by their parents?"
Mira nodded. "Yes. They felt like their parents were... unstable. Like they were trapped in a nightmare they couldn't wake up from."
The therapist sighed, folding her hands in her lap. "It's possible the parents had psychological issues. But taking their lives... that's a drastic step."
Mira's gaze dropped to the floor. "What if the person had no other choice? What if it was survival?"
"There's always a choice," the therapist replied gently. "But sometimes, people feel trapped, like there's no way out. And in those moments, they do things they can't take back."
Mira's heart ached with the weight of her secret. "What happens to someone who does that?"
"They carry that burden forever," the therapist said softly. "It's not something that goes away."
Mira swallowed hard, a chill running down her spine. She wanted to believe she had escaped, that she was free. But deep down, she knew the truth—she would never outrun her own mind.
And then, the door to the office creaked open, and a shadow fell across the room.
Mira's breath hitched. The therapist's expression changed, her brows furrowing as she looked up at the unexpected visitor. Mira turned slowly, her body stiff with dread.
The last thing she expected was to see someone who knew her real name.
To be continued...
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