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✕ Three ✕

That night, I fell asleep early since my head was feeling dizzy.

It was confirmed that this was reality, because I woke up inside the same house with my same curly-haired mom. In fact, I even woke up in the same living room, on the same couch.

And the same cup of tea still sitting there on the table.

I yawned.

Maybe last night I did drink the tea, without realizing it. My head was wary, and I WAS a bit off.

"Vanessa? You're awake?" A familiar voice asked. I see my mother walk in, dressed in formal clothes and a black purse in one hand. "Thank goodness. I'm sorry I didn't move you from that couch last night, I didn't want to disturb your sleep. And.. I'm kind of weak..." She said, poking at her skinny arms.

"Oh, that's alright." I said tiredly, sitting up. "Where are you going?"

A sad look spread across her face, as she told me that she had to attend work. "I wanted to stay home with you, but the hospital called me about you so suddenly yesterday. I didn't get to call my work for a day off, but I think they would understand if I came a bit late today."

She put down her bag and smiled at me. "Let me make you some breakfast and show you around the house quickly before I go. Does your head still hurt?"

"No," I reply, "I just have the normal waking-up-in-the-morning wooziness. But I know if I freshen up, I'll be able to get the day going."

"Alright!" She said, clapping her hands together. "Follow me."

I got up and followed her, as she showed me the washroom first. I brushed my teeth and freshened up.

I ignored the fact that I saw an odd.. Reflection in the mirror. I, myself, looked normal. Long black hair, brown eyes and all-- but the dark shadow floating behind me wasn't normal.

Then I again, I just woke up. Maybe it's the lighting, or my mind's just playing tricks on me.

My mom continued showing me other parts of the house.

I actually like this place, it looks very modern. It's not a huge house, but the lack of furniture makes it look spacious.

At the end of the tour, she offered to make me breakfast.

"It's going to be your favourite," she said, taking out ingredients from the fridge.

My favourite?

For some reason, I thought back to when the only thing I ate was pizza every day with my brother.

I gasped, as a thought quickly came to mind. "Oh, I forgot to ask you! Don't I have a brother?"

My mom looked at me confused. "Brother?"

"Yeah..." I replied, immediately starting to have my doubts.

She shook her head slowly. "Uh, no.. You're my only child."

"Oh." I said, feeling stumped. "He isn't real... is he."

She slowly shook her head apologetically. "I'm sorry."

This really sucks.

One day I wake up on a hospital bed, introduced to weird new people, and been told my whole life was a lie?

Now I have to wait to get everything back on track? I don't even know who I am right now.

"I'm sorry," she apologized again, breaking my thoughts. I looked at her realizing I was dozing off.