assORted !jJEom8Ii3E started this discussion 9 years ago#58,797
I'm late and I'm almost shitting myself from anxiety. I've smoked 2 packs during my sleepless night. Here it goes, I'm climbing the stairs. I pass the office of the doctor who preforms lobotomies. I'm a level above that horror and now I open the door with the multiple locks on it and i stand in the hallway while looking into a room where a meeting is taking place. It's a very luxurious room, and everyone there is definitely a member of the upper class, which I am not.
They all stop talking and look at me, erhgphuf? I ask back- what? Ighiggfyg? I cannot answer a question i don't understand. This is it, I'm dead.
A bald man approaches me from nowhere and tells me to follow him. Reluctantly i do and both of us navigate this giant building we are in. I meat my therapist and as usual she is nice, showering me with compliments, but I know it's all fake.
When we are done she shows me the way out,but in doing so i see that next to our room where I told my therapist intimate details, there is a empty room. In it, a bald man holding a laptop. His face was expressionless and his eyes followed me as long as it could.