Chapter 92. Tortured

Stefan

I'm not sure what is happening, but something feels wrong. I'm unable to understand what; however, everything feels different, and I reject Harlyn.

Something isn't right, but I'm not sure. I feel like I'm in hell, and there's not much I can do. Darkness descends, and I feel relief. Then, I'm right back there, and I swear it's like it's on replay.

That isn't possible, though. Yet, something feels different, like I've already lived this part of my life. I feel like I'm being tortured but still confused by everything.

I close the door, and my body runs cold as I hear Harlyn shouting my name. I almost reopen the door but realise it's in my mind. How?

Harlyn?

The words are thought in my mind rather than me speaking them, which makes no sense whatsoever.

Wake up, it’s not life, Stefan, it’s a memory, wake up!

My body relaxes as I hear her. Wake up? I