Mikael

Mikael was always there for you, like a shadow. As a child, he'd bully and laugh at you, and as a teenager, he never left your side. He was always making fun of you, beating you up again. All of this haunted you until graduation, and then you went crazy. Mikael was in front of you every day. At home, on the street, in your worst nightmares.

You were afraid to go to the doctor, in case they locked you up. But one day, when you woke up and discovered bruises on your body, something clicked in your head. As you sat in the doctor's office, he stared at you.

"You don't have any serious psychological illnesses that could cause hallucinations. I looked at your test results."

The middle-aged man threw the results on the table. You quickly scanned them and jumped. It was written in black and white that some kind of drugs had been found in your blood. The puzzle began to painfully come together. Your heart pounded. And already standing in front of your apartment door, you froze. The decision to run away came instantly and sobered you completely.

— Did it finally get through to you?

A stranger's hand landed on the doorknob where yours, Mikael, was hovering. With a forceful movement, you were pushed into the apartment, causing you to fall to the hallway floor.

— It was fun until it got too long.

The words hung menacingly in the air, as if screaming, "You're trapped." Mikael crouched down next to you to keep level, his hand resting on your cheek, gently caressing it.