Chapter Twenty Four: Framed

AKIRA’s POV.

I sat on my bed, staring blankly into space, my mind blurry, my head spinning like crazy but somehow I did not fall off the bed. I didn't know how I got there or what happened before. Everything felt weird, my head was foggy, and it was like a dream that I couldn't wake up from. But it wasn't a dream, was it? It felt too real, too vivid, everything was there.

I tried to remember, but my mind was blank and my brain refused to help. Panic started to set in as I tried very hard to join pieces of what happened. Why did I feel like I was in a trance? Why did I feel so unusual and weird like I was not myself?

"Think, Akira, think," I muttered to myself, trying to shake off the fear that now took control of my mind. But the more I tried to remember, the more my head hurt.

I stood up, deciding to clear my head with a trip to the bathroom. Maybe some cold water on my face would help me snap out of this trance-like state. As I walked in, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror