Change the reality

This story originates, of course, in Her very birth, but I think we’ll start a little later, skipping over fairly measured times.

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      The most ordinary, maybe a little cute girl was anxiously walking around the apartment in search of one thing, namely her own keys. Her brown eyes searched under the table, behind the nightstand in the hallway, and on the coat hooks above the nightstand. -Crap! -she couldn’t leave the apartment without locking it.- Where did they go so fast? — She whispered nervously into the void, picking up her long and wavy chestnut-colored hair in her hands and quickly gathering it into a ponytail. “And then there’s this stupid hair, why can’t I just cut it off? They’re so annoying!”       The thought flashed through her mind as she ran to her room, still trying to find her keys. Then she ran into a room about two meters by three meters, with light wallpaper, a lilac-colored sofa to the left of the door, over which hung an entrisol with books and textbooks and some art materials, followed by a white table about a meter by a meter in the left corner near the window, with some art supplies on it, opposite the table was a massive cabinet of light wood with lilac inlays, which was about two meters high and a little more than a meter wide. On the right wall, next to the door, was a rack of children’s books, a plain white rack.

Of course, she didn’t pay any attention to it, after all, the girl sees it every day, it’s her routine.

      Her gaze went straight to the couch, where the keys to the apartment lay, her keys, which she remembered leaving in her jacket pocket, but not here. -What the fuck…- the brown-haired girl stared at the find for a few minutes. -Am I having another relapse? Or what else could it be? There’s no one else in the apartment but me, — the girl whispered hesitantly and gingerly picked up the find.       She walked down the corridor and sighed, tiredly enough, as she approached the front door. There was a full-length mirror hanging on the front door, which she had long been afraid to look at when it was dark, because it seemed to her that the reflection was unreal: a translucent cat’s shadow, a human shadow, or something completely incomprehensible. She thought with a weight on her mind that she was apparently slowly going insane, sad as it was. “Well, what’s going on. Am I really going crazy?”       She looked at herself with sad eyes filled with pain, a light hoodie, not too dark blue jeans, white socks, the most ordinary clothes. Only with a heavy sigh she pulled on a dark jacket, and then a white hat with a delicate pompom. The girl reluctantly went out of the apartment into the vestibule, locking the door after herself and turning on the light. In a few minutes she was already wearing white sneakers, but the yellow light of the lamp, along with a nasty humming noise, was pressing on her brain:

21.32

+5°

October 1, Thursday.

“I still have time.” The brown-eyed girl quickly left the entrance and walked the whole block, and then half of the next one. A patrol car occasionally passed through the streets, but the ordinary people were not informed why it was being done. Her mother and her stepfather and younger sister had gone on vacation in a car just yesterday, her father was away on a business trip, and she would probably be alone for a week or so.       Since she was only fifteen, the police wouldn’t approve of such a thing, especially if it involved walking around the city at night.

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      A I continued to trudge through the dark city, as it happened, my mother had left me nothing to eat before she left, only a token amount of money, and today I had been cleaning all day and had forgotten that there was no food left, so now I had to trudge through the darkness at night, it was autumn. Yes, I don’t know what else to expect, the only thing that really made me happy was the permission not to go to school because of a cold, of course I lied about the cold. Well, how can I love my idiot classmates, those tedious and always dissatisfied teachers, a lot of homework and other troubles that the school so kindly gives me.And here was just a chance to take a break from everyone and everything.       I did not notice that I had reached a small minimarket called “Coin”, because i have lost in my troughs, this was a chain store and quite ordinary. Once inside, I quickly took a couple of Beachpacks², a pack of sour cream, a pack of chicken eggs, a pack of sausages, a bar of milk chocolate with nuts and a bottle of milk. Having dumped at the cashier for a set of products and a small package by a symbolic sum of five hundred and eight rubles I went away, sincerely hoping not to come across any living soul of this city, on the dead, in truth, would not really want to come across too. “I’ve got a hell of a mind to go to the next block so late.”       Of course, for me the late time comes only after two o’clock in the morning, but the city authorities think otherwise, and so do my parents. In fact, all the normal people of the city think that nine or ten o’clock in the evening is already night time. Interrupting my reflections suddenly in the distance of the road showed the headlights of the police “autozak” and I, nervously felling and rejoicing in these fucking non-functioning lamp posts, rushed into a kind of bushes by the road. -Fuck them.- I whispered nervously through gritted teeth.       The car passed by and in a few minutes disappeared in the area of new buildings.Hard, but at the same time victoriously exhaled I climbed out of the bushes shaking off, and then crossed the road to my neighborhood.The time was nearing half past eleven, I felt tired and all the “adventures” of the day were making themselves felt. “I hope, further already without incidents.” With that thought, I turned into the archway of the house and stepped out into my own yard, which was plunged into darkness, which was faintly cut by the lamps above the entrances, giving off a yellow and not too strong light.In a second, the wind rumbled, making me squeeze into my hoodie. Suddenly there were tinkling footsteps behind me, a herd of goosebumps running down my back, and I jerked with nerves.A stranger’s palm slapped my shoulder, and my body tensed as I was about to run away in terror.A sharp and extremely familiar laugh sounded. -Artem! — I turned around, poking the freckled brunette in the side. The teenager giggled a few more times and looked at me more seriously. -Why are you wandering around in the middle of the night? — he asked in confusion. -Can’t you see that? -I raised the grocery bag to the guy’s eye level. -Okay, stop pouting at me! He looked away from me and scratched the back of his head, -Why don’t you go to school, by the way? — he glared at me incredulously. -So I was sick…-I stretched out rather incomprehensibly. -Yeah, like walking around at night, everyone’s healthy, but everyone’s sick at school.-the guy grumbled unhappily.-All right, I won’t keep you. While I pensively approached the entrance, over which, by the way, hung a bright enough lamp, horribly hitting my eyes, a guy walked past me. It would seem the most ordinary, brown-eyed brown-haired, well, think tall, thin and pale. However, fear pierced the body at the sight of the usual clothes and look. His face was covered by a black cloth mask, his gray sweatshirt had some dark stains on it, as did his dark blue jeans. The guy was tearing me to pieces with his gaze, looking so creepy and merciless that I didn’t hesitate to jump out of my seat, which was his cue to act. “Shit, shit! WHY THE FUCK IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME, I’M SURE IF I WAS A GUY HE WOULDN’T EVEN LOOK AT ME!” My mind was racing with panic as I flew into the entryway and threw open the heavy metal door.As I rushed up the stairs I could hear his heavy and fast footsteps.No, tears were not flowing from my eyes, but I was scared, very scared, I hated being a victim, I wanted to be in his shoes.And the bastard kept up! I’d seen him before, it wasn’t the first time he’d chased me, and this time it couldn’t end so badly!