The Effects of Early Marriage
34 Between Real And Illusion
THE WARNING!
CONTAINS ELEMENTS OF HARDNESS.
PLEASE WISE!
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Freya opened her eyes, screaming in fear and trying to release the infusion in her hands.
"Hey, relax!"
The man in white uniform approached Freya, and prevented her from releasing her infusion in a brutal manner.
"Dok, Doctor .. a. I've killed. I killed people!"
He was screaming hysterically. His voice was trembling with tears flowing.
"Kill?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"Who did you kill?"
"They! I hit that bastard with a vase of flowers. Also stabbing, I don't know who and how many people. What's the old man? Or the person whose status is on the family card as my parents. I don't know. But I've stabbed a few people."
Freya bit her finger, and her infused hand grabbed her own hair.
"Calm down, kid. You didn't hurt or kill anyone."
The doctor found Freya trying to rebel. His legs were stomped to the gurney. The doctor and several nurses appeared guilty of treating Freya uncontrollably.
"But, Doc ...."
"Look, here they are. They're fine, right?"
Freya's eyes now see that there is Arby and her parents, as well as Freya's parents. They look fine.
"They're still alive?"
Freya stopped rebelling, but now bit her own lip until it bled.
The doctor and Arfrey's parents (Arby Freya) look at each other in wonder. Confused what really happened to Freya.
Freya looked shocked and confused at once.
"Of course they're fine."
Freya then sighed, her hand clutching the doctor's arm tightly, making the doctor have to hold the ring.
"Darling, I wish they had gathered in hell!"
They looked at each other again, looking anxious about Freya's situation.
Seeing Freya's state that looked quite different, the doctor finally gave her an anesthetic. His reaction was quite quick, as it wasn't long before Freya began to close her eyes.
"I think his psychic had a severe shock. He must be dealt with by a reliable psychiatrist, or will harm himself and others."
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Every night, Freya dreams that she has killed or at least injured people. Sometimes he strangled the person with both hands. Sometimes he smothers their faces with pillows to run out of oxygen. Even he snared a person's neck with an infusion hose.
Freya no longer knew which real one was just an illusion, for her all the same. Even in the dream, he remembered that he hurt himself, but when he woke up, he saw that he was fine. There were no injuries, making him feel disappointed.
But his heart and mind refused if it was all an illusion. He could still feel as fresh and viscous blood flowed in his hands, hearing the sounds of screams and the fear of those who were nearby.
Freya wants to escape from the hospital, or at least contact Nania or Mico to help her. But every time you want to escape, you always fail.
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Prang
Fragments of glass scattered on the bathroom floor. Freya picked up one of them, which looked the sharpest and most painful if the broken glass was etched on the skin.
Sret
Tests
Sret
Tests
The incision is then continued with flowing blood.
Brak!
"Freya!"
Arby approaches Freya, whose body is already weakened with blood splattered on the floor. Even Freya rubbed the blood onto her face. Trying to smell the rancid smell and recording it well in his deepest memory, he assured himself that this time he was not hallucinating.
Arby hugged Freya's body. The weaker, thinner body did not react, but the madih remained conscious. The young man held Freya up, put her in a gurney and immediately called the doctor.
"Would he be treated in a mental hospital, otherwise he would continue to hurt himself and those around him."
Freya was still hearing the conversation, before her consciousness finally disappeared leaving behind a single question.
Am I crazy?
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Once again Freya woke up, fine.
"Alhamdulillah, you are finally conscious."
The doctor breathed a sigh of relief.
"What's going on, Doc?"
"You didn't wake up for two weeks, Frey."
Freya looked at Nania's face.
"Two weeks?"
"Yes. I wasn't even allowed to visit you, because your situation had gotten worse. Your condition only improved this morning, and I was only allowed to see you again."
Freya tried to digest, has she been in a coma all this time? And what happened all this time, what was it?
"Nan, I've killed someone."
"Huh?"
"I killed that man and some people."
Nania frowned. He then sees Arby who is doing well without any injuries.
"You must hate him, so do I. He was indeed a bastard who deserved to be killed, but unfortunately that did not happen. This creature is still alive. Ck, I hope he gets hit by a car."
Marcell, Vian, Ikmal, and Aruna. They swallow the saliva while holding their breath. Nania could have said that in front of Freya and Arby's parents.
Freya was again confused. Is it true that he had been unconscious and dreaming?
Freya looked at the fruit knife on the nightstand. He directly cut his veins.
"Nrrrgg ... Freya!"
Nania screamed in fear. He and Aruna hugged each other, while Marcell, Ikmal and Vian tried to calm the two girls down.
The people in the room looked shocked. Fortunately, there are still doctors there, so you can immediately do help.
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Once again Freya woke up, she grimaced with pain. Someone immediately hugged his body while crying with a trembling body.
"Don't be like that anymore, Freya. I'm scared!"
"Nenice?"
"Don't hurt yourself!"
"Don't be afraid, Nan. It's all just a dream, I'm fine."
Nania flicked Freya's forehead.
"Your dream!"
Freya rubbed her sore forehead from Nania's flick.
"Don't try to kill yourself again."
"When did I kill myself? At least a dream."
Nania then shows Freya's bandaged wrist, causing Freya to widen her eyes.
"This ... is this real?"
"You better take a break Freya. Your condition is not stable."
Freya looked around, looking at those people who were still complete.
What he thought was real, it was just a dream.
What he thought was a dream, it was real.
Freya could still feel the pain in her wrist. His eyes closed, then opened, closed again, then opened again. Convince himself that this is real, not just a hallucination.
Why do all these dreams feel real? But Arby and the others look fine. Even I woke up in an ordinary hospital, not a mental hospital. Nania also seemed confused by what I said that I had killed.
Nania looked compassionately at her best friend, then looked resentfully at Arby.
"It's all because of you. If until Freya why-why, I'll represent him kill lo. Freya's darling was just a dream. If that were true, I would be the first to support him, even a witness to his defense."