Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 217. Group Therapy
I spun the pen in my hand before first narrating what I had just seen, and then I went to answer question two.
2. The apocalypse had started.
3. Portals to parallel worlds are opening randomly.
4. Maybe a few of them are still alive.
5. I think they are in a parallel world now.
6. I would enter the parallel world and bring them out.
7. I think a team would be necessary, someone who can open and close portals, and more information.
I sat the pen down and watched Henry writing. He wrote the exact same as me, down to a few different words.
I smiled and looked back at my paper before I continued to spin the pen in my hand.
Though I was already so fucking tired, this damn day was probably not over.
"Finished?" Henry’s blue eyes examined my state before he looked at my paper. He broke into a grin, also instantly spotting the similarities.
"Let’s go." He pulled me up and hung on me yet again.
Now that I am so accustomed to his body warmth, I feel somewhat cold when he doesn’t touch me.
I grabbed his wrist, and we followed Chelsea, Red-Hair, Glasses Guy, and Anti Guy. The mood was much more somber, and none of us talked, though the others did.
I heard them say that this would be the last lesson before it was time for dinner, then we could all go back to our rooms.
That was good news.
We entered another big room, where chairs stood arranged in a circle.
Henry had to let go of me because the chairs were apart from each other and looked as if they were screwed to the ground. Looking into the circle, I noticed that each and every one wore these white smartwatches, though their ankles didn’t seem as occupied as ours.
"Welcome to group therapy!" A psychologist entered when we had all sat down.
I felt a stare in my direction and looked up, noticing the twins who had been possessed were in our group as well.
Both waved at me with big smiles, and I nodded back at them as well, without looking for Henry’s reaction. That dumb gay dog seemed a bit possessive since, well, since forever.
If he is out for my ass, I will still beat him to death, no matter how often he had ’helped me breathe.’
"We will start with everyone taking a few deep breaths while closing our eyes." The psychologist made encouraging hand motions, and I obeyed.
After taking a few deep breaths, I was not much more relaxed; I just wanted a smoke.
When we were finished, someone started, similarly to an AA meeting from the TV, and just spoke.
"Every time I find myself in a dark room, I think I am back there. Down there..." A young man said.
"Who feels the same?" The psychologist asked.
Many hands rose into the air, and the psychologist nodded.
"Can you see how many of you suffer from the same? Always remember, you are not alone."
She moved to the next person.
"The... the chewing sounds," It was a girl, and she broke into a sobbing fit.
"I always hear them..."
My body cooled instantly as I also remembered chewing sounds. They were deafeningly loud ones, together with a moving ground. I grabbed my collar and pulled it away from my neck, as it was suddenly suffocating me.
Again, the psychologist asked who was feeling the same, and a few people raised their hands. I did not, waiting until the dread lessened.
The next person was one of the twins.
"It sounds strange maybe, but I feel depersonalized. As if my identity as a human has been taken from me, and instead..." She grabbed her thigh with a face full of pain.
"I can’t believe how easily humans can turn into animals... just because of hunger. I want to never again, never again feel like..."
"Food."
I crossed my arms and closed my eyes and thought of the mountain I had seen when we entered the yoga room.
I would love to take a walk there, maybe kicking a few trees instead of staying here and listening to this.
When I opened my eyes, I felt a cold breeze hitting my face, and when I looked straight ahead, I saw that behind the circle of seats with people on them, there were trees.
I tilted my head and watched as the room we were in melted together with the forest on the mountain, the air changing, and the snow silently lying on the frozen earth.
Beautiful.
Not sure if I am imagining things and have now truly lost my mind, but it seemed so incredibly real, and I was certain that if I stood up and crossed the circle, passed it to enter the snowy dark landscape, I would find myself on the mountain.
Nobody else reacted, and the gruesome tales of the survivors continued while I watched the dark trees bending and watched the border between the white floor and the white snowy ground that was fluctuating interestingly. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
But I didn’t move; I didn’t stand up to disappear in front of everyone’s eyes so that a commotion would break loose. Instead, I just watched and felt more peaceful the more I did.
I hadn’t tried to get visions since coming back, but conjuring up a cigarette worked just fine, so I figured I could still use my ability the way I did before.
Though every time I looked at the coin since waking up in this world, I found that the surface was blank, no motif on it at all, and the color took on a shimmering violet.
Could this be because I leveled up tremendously? Was it up to me to decide which motif would now be engraved on the coin, and would my choice determine the path my power would take?
But sadly, I am not interested.
Not in a power that should have never existed, not in leveling up through any means, not in becoming the strongest, not in growing to be a giant, not in living with the might of a god.
I just want to have my fucking peace.
Just leave me the hell alone.
