ṗ̷̢̚͟͡le̮̦͉̤͙̋ͮͯ̎̇̐̒̈̃̕̚ą͕̹̪̅͌̀ͨ̌̽͘̕͠s̨̮̃̋ͮ̀͘͟e̹̺͖̲̬̙͖̋̆́̿ͯ́ͯͯ͐̓ͤ̎ͅ ̤͔̼͌w̨̛̙̝͎͔̖̤̉͐̽̏̽̀̅̒̄͋͘͞a̛̱̦͗̒k̮͔͓̍̌̄͋ͧͬ͌e͏̸̡̹̥̳̼̪͈̍ͫͧ͗ͪ͊̔ͫ͢͡ ̷̧͔͔͚̳̼͚͔̜ͬ͋ͬͪͦ͡͡ư̸̦̫̖͍ͥͤ̏͌́̋p͑̒̌ ̵̺͇̝̼̙ͧ́ͮ̀̏ͣͤ̿ȁ͢ṋ̱̘ͩḓ̲̼͚̫ ̧̺̱̻̞͛̃ͮ͟r͈̘̱͋ͩē̪̜͙̦̈ͥͯ̋ͪ̆̚͢m̯͖͙̞̙̣̜͓͆̽̂ͬ̇͐ͭ́̕͞͞e̵̛̥̅̿͘͡m̮̹̏̃̿͆͊b̧̙̯͖͈̩͉͉̱͊ͣ̽͆ͬͤ͋͂͑ͪë̶͙̜̞̓r̼͓̚ ̱̭ͯ͆ͧͣm̴̎e̷͕͏̠͉͍̐̊
I could hear the rain as it grew louder and louder, my mind wandering off to an earlier time. It was 2 AM, and I was awaiting the moment where they would take me, they said.
It was painful. They were going to tear me to pieces and stuff my body with wires in every nook and cranny their little greedy hands could get on, but I accepted it and looked out the window.
The damage had been done.
City streets were trashed with propaganda posters, stores infested with the most diseased ridden rats and cockroaches that, at any second, would bound to infect us with a gruesome plague. I wanted to scream, but waking up my parents in the middle of the night again would make me have to write my own suicide note.
My head is twisting and turning, what is this feeling? It feels like reality turned on the TV of life, and was focused on me for some reason. Me.
I couldn't stand it anymore. I immediately rush to my desk and grab the pushpin that lay in-between my toes.
The lock wouldn't budge. I tried countless times yet the lock wouldn't budge. Why would it just now decide to do this? Why? W̒hẏ? Wḧ͕͙́y̜?͌ W͙̭h̥̰̟ͯy̯ͣ?̻́͏̝ W̧̭̤̍ͬ͒̆̿͟h̴̹̙̟̅̊ͥ̕y̗̙̕?̇̆ WH̛Ỳ̦̔ͭ?̨͕̲͚̞ͬ̀̍̒ͯ͂̐̀̀̒!̸̞̤͇͉̞͓͉́ͪͩ͘͞
And then, the image of a blue screen appeared in front of me.
"Memory is low, reboot?"
. . .
I woke up.