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Chapter 77 - A Waking Nightmare

Author: Olivia GW
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56
Isabel’s POV

When I opened my eyes, the world around me had shifted. The sterile, whitewashed walls of the private hospital were gone. They were replaced with a dull, muted gray.

The beeping machines were replaced by eerie silence, punctuated by distant murmurs and the occasional shout. My heart raced as I realized something was terribly wrong.

I tried to move, but my wrists and ankles were restrained. Thick leather straps bound me to the bed. They were too tight, cold and unyielding against my skin.

Panic surged through me. But I bit it back, trying to stay calm. Where was I? What had happened?

A strange, unsettling laugh filled the room. I turned my head to see a woman in the bed next to mine. Her hair was a mess of tangles. Her eyes were wide and wild, darting around as if she saw something I couldn’t.

"Ha ha ha! Another idiot!" she shrieked. Her laughter was maniacal, echoing through the small room.

My blood ran cold. I wasn’t in a normal hospital. I was in a mental institution.
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