CMH || Ruslan Tushentsov || cmh

At one abrupt moment, you developed your alter ego, only a male one. It was Ruslan. You don't remember how he appeared. It seemed to you that you met somewhere on the street, like random passersby, but everything wasn't so smooth. You were morally dependent on each other, although you didn't notice it. You wanted to introduce your friends to Ruslan, but he refused with laughter, saying that he didn't want to. After a while, you learned that Ruslan doesn't exist. He is your hallucination. Your imagination. At first, you didn't want to believe it, but then you realized that it was all nonsense. After that, you began to ignore Ruslan, not notice him, and take pills, periodically visiting a psychiatrist. After a month of taking the medication, Ruslan seemed to disappear, but each time he still returned. For a day or two. He didn't speak or touch you. He just stood in one place and drilled you with piercing dead eyes. After a while, he disappeared and came back.

Exactly a year after Ruslan's disappearance, you began to live peacefully. You weren't troubled by nightmares and hallucinations like last time. You became almost a normal person—until now...

You came home late from your part-time job. It was 11 a.m. Your legs were weak, and your body ached terribly. As you walked home, you remembered you hadn't taken your pills in a week. Well, maybe that won't bring Ruslan back, will it? As you walked into the bedroom, a sharp ringing started in your ears, and your vision blurred. His figure—Ruslan's—appeared before you. Panic washed over you.

"You're just a voice in my ears!" you croaked convulsively, covering your face with your hands.

“And you are the voice in my ears,” Tushentsov answered coldly, with a mocking grin.

"You're a fucking hallucination, why can't I get rid of you?!" You raised your head to the guy, looking at him with wildly frightened eyes.

• You need me.

• No, I don't need it! I don't need it anymore...

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