•Chapter 42 - He's dead•

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I knew that I would break down immediately....











I silently left my living room and closed the door behind me....









.... I froze...




I feel like... like my own house is a hospital
...

The only thing it was missing behind the lack if patients or workers existence, was...

The sound of a heart monitor...

A heart monitor that probably produced only one line of a rhythm with no pauses to simulate his heart beat...








I took one last glance behind me on the closed door....















The end.



















































































"....t's your.... ergancy....."

I could barely hear the lady's voice at the other end of the call...

















"H-Hello? I am.... (Y/n) (L/n)...."

I whispered as my hand trembled as it held the phone...






My shaky footsteps went back downstairs....






".... t-there's a man in my room...."

I whispered...














There was a pause....












"Sorry, Ms but if somebody broke into your house, you should've called the police~"

"-No, no, no..." I interrupted...












Suddenly, I froze halfway on the stairs...







"... this man... he.... he needs help...."














REEEEEEEK...

A sound filled my ears.

My head quickly rose up....





I tensed.




My eyes met up with someone I never expected.



































The living room's door was open.

The figure on the sofa sat stiff.

His head glitched as it jerked every way painfully possible...

.... w-what?

Dark....

I'll still refer to him as DMark-

He was sitting up and having a seizure while he sat on the sofa.

His eyes were white instead of his usual black scalera.

HE'S ALIVE.

But he didn't say a word.

In fact he was barely making a sound.

My heart was thundering.

I mentioned an idea of him to someone else and this happens? ---

"-Hello Ms? Ms?"

I ended the call...
















I dropped my phone....




It bounced from stair to stair until it hit the tiles at the bottom...


The screen cracked but I could care less...


















"Dark?"








I got no reply.....












I examined DMark's clothing...

Still the white suit.













"Mark?"





















































I expected a reaction but there was nothing....







I decided the only thing possible...













I needed help...

Professional help from somebody who knew how to work with this.























But...

Who might it be?














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