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This is a short story not a big ass long novel, please enjoy!

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He didn't know where he was, but he knew who he was.

He wasn't thinking straight; his thoughts resembled those of a child's scribbles, messy and unclear. They were vibrant yet oddly dull. His speech was slurred and his tongue was numb, although his vision was perfectly clear.

He walked the abandoned street as if searching for a reason to continue forward, the sun was nowhere in sight, the sky had clouded over with a vale of darkness, as if someone had decided to turn off the lights without warning. His mind recognized the outline of buildings and acknowledged the smell of something turned rotten. His feet hurt and his back ached as if he had recently run a marathon, or as if he had been running from something. The buildings arched over him, the walls seeming to close in, slowly suffocating him. There was a disturbance in the still air, a noise, it was the sound of a spray can being shaken and sprayed, his breath hitched in his throat his mind suddenly becoming untangled all his senses zoning in on the sound. His curiosity had won and he slowly and quietly turned to the source of the noise, what he saw made him take a step back.... there was nobody there nothing but the words "I'm me the only me, but are you the only you?" painted in bright pink, the words seemed to mock him, laugh at him, taunt everything that made him human. He went to turn back around when suddenly there was the sensation of breath at the back of his head; his body froze his mind drawing to a blank. He closed his eyes paranoia consuming every fiber of his being; his hands clenched surely drawing blood from the amount of fear that had filled him.

Suddenly he wasn't standing in that abandoned street, how did he know this you wonder? Because it no longer felt like he was suffocating, he no longer felt hopeless. He opened his eyes, his senses coming alive. The mocking words had disappeared-NO everything seemed to have disappeared, what remained of that place from hell was nothing but a small white lounge and a massive teddy bear sitting on it as if its only purpose was to comfort the lonely and acknowledge the forgotten. The room was completely white, void of people and furniture. 

There were no windows and no doors. He made his way towards the couch, conscious of the noise each step made; the sound seemed to bounce off of every corner of the empty room seemingly amplified by some unknown source. He had reached the couch in a matter of seconds, his hands subconsciously reaching for the bear as if calling him to pick it up. Comfort, that's what he was seeking, to be held to be accepted. 

The bear felt light in his hands appearing to defy gravity; he could hear laughter it took him a second to realise it was him laughing, laughing at the concept of a grown man hugging a teddy bear. As he calmed down the laughing continued it seemed to grow in sound and it echoed around the whole room he wouldn't have minded it on normal circumstances but the thing is, it wasn't him laughing. The bear suddenly became heavy in his hands, he quickly let go of it, it fell to the floor with a loud 'thunk' , as it landed the laughter seemed to have lost all traces of humor as if the unsaid joke had become insulting. 

The laughter quickly turned to one of pain, the laughter you make when you hurt yourself and you try to disguise how much pain you're really in. Quicker than the speed of light he had changed his position to one of sitting to standing, his mind raced his eyes hastily looking around the room looking for the source of the pained laughter. His eyes zoned onto a record player that was definitely not there before, he walked with shaky legs towards the record player lying innocently on the floor. He reached with an unsteady hand with the purpose to turn the player of when once again the sensation of breath at the back of his neck made him freeze, his blood turned cold, his mind-drawing blank, his mouth becoming dry. 

He felt the pressure of a hand being placed on his shoulder, and then suddenly he was spun around the world blurred and the laughter stopped the couch and the bear were gone now as of they had never existed. What stood before him now was something so stupidly simple yet so amazingly out of place it looked like it had been there the whole time. A mirror, a simple mirror, he was suddenly overcome with the intense feeling of anger. He suddenly had the strong urge to hit something, to feel pain, to believe that he wasn't going crazy he had to feel the physical contact of something or anything. So he punched the mirror and the mirror seemed to explode, the glass shattering to the floor the effect seemed to resemble the way he felt his mind must look. It was a beautiful catastrophe the shards caught the non-existent light and his world was filled with rainbows, but all good things must come to an end and as the last shard fell to the floor he realised that this was definitely it.

And then he fell through the mirror...

Thank you and I hope you enjoyed. ^-^