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i opened my eyes slightly, and felt some unusual massaging on my wrists.

the massaging didn't hurt at all, it felt good

i realised i was in a familiar room, but it wasn't my house.

i didn't feel like we were turning right and left.

we were still.

the bed was bigger.

i tried to pull my hand away but someone had

caught onto it.

i looked to my side and saw marcus with so many bandages and cleaning tools for wounds.

he saw me wake up, and immediately went on his knees, leaning into me as i layed on the bed.

"i'm so sorry y/n.." he said, pulling away.

i was still confused, until i looked at my arm

it was being wrapped around in bandages.

but i quickly took me hand.

"y/n please let me finish" marcus said.

i pulled away to myself, as blood started to come out again.

marcus pulled my arm, sighing.

"now i have to do this again"

"excuse me?"

"i have to clean your wound again y/n. please let me, or you'll walk around with bloody arms"

"fuck you." i said, pulling my hand back.

"fuck you, marcus.." i said, crawling out of his bed as blood dripped onto the wall.

i didn't shout, i was scared of him.

his presence felt uneasy.

"i'm leaving.." i said, back against the wall, i had to keep my eyes on him, i was scared.

i didn't want to see him, at all.

suddenly the door opened, it was martinus.

"are you guys oka-"

"martinus i want to leave" i said, my back on his chest now, as i backed out of the room.

"what did he do?" he said, putting his hands on my shoulders and turning me around to face him.

tears formed.

"he reminds me of someone.. i want to go home now."

"i remind you of your ex don't i" suddenly a voice behind me.

i turned around, gulping.

"mhm, you do, marcus.  you remind me of my ex" i said.

he said the ex part as a joke, but i was serious.

"i-i do?" marcus asked me.

he took a step forward, i took a step back.

i bumped into martinus.

"i'm sorry.." marcus said calmly, which freaked me out.

"you're not real.." i said.

i realised i was lucid dreaming.

i don't know.

i was definitely lucid dreaming.

marcus' face went angry, so did martinus'.


i quickly woke up, in marcus' bed.

it was cozy, his hands were around me, he was dead asleep.

it was cool until i remembered what he was like the night before.

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