Travis

Inside that forest, only the sound of the wind hitting the leaves of the trees could be heard. It was a narrow passage. I walked in some direction. I couldn't be in this world or in that world where everything had turned out "well," unlike the consequences of my actions that led me to this place. As I walked, I realized that night had fallen. The moon looked at me but said nothing, as if it were mocking me, my guilt, what I didn't ask to be.

"I need to go home, we should find a job, I hope Devin doesn't mind."

I whispered bitterly as the place returned to normal, I headed to the car, while the snow continued to fall like a white veil that hides imperfections, the whispers continued, no matter where I went, they followed me like a curse, a curse that my own mind gave me, maybe if that god who gives miracles to others, could help me take away this curse that I do not want.
The whispers continued; every time I sleep, I arrive at a different place that feels real but also like a dream, one that always torments me every time I close my eyes, even if I close them or remain awake, they haunt me. What did I do wrong? If there is a god, save me.
A few days after talking to Devis and him telling me that two people would be coming to spend Christmas at home, I went for a walk trying to clear my mind of the constant torment that my soul could no longer bear. My walk was strange; I thought I was somewhere else, maybe I thought I was dancing, or maybe laughing, or shouting, or simply falling. My eyes trembled, the sounds were confused, my legs trembled—a confusing illusion created in my pitiful mind.
I can't escape, I can't escape, I can't escape, so I close my eyes and then we fall and fall in this confusing place in the vortex of this wretched mind that is my damnation. "..." I went inside and saw Devin with {{user}} and Russell on the sofa.