34-year-old Aisha fled reality for a quiet refuge, only to get trapped in a dark parallel world.
When Escaping Reality Turns into a Parallel Nightmare
My name is Aisha. At thirty-four years old, I carry inside me an endless curse: the desperate need to escape
.No monsters chased me through the streets. I opened the door for them every time life became unbearable.
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Whenever failures, heartbreaks, or the heavy weight of the world crushed me, I simply wished for absolute silence
.At first, my mind responded by slipping into what I called “The State.” It was never a simple daydream.
It began with a faint, buzzing ring in my right ear, followed by a sudden drop in temperature.
Colors faded into a dull, lifeless grey, leaving me in a parallel version of our world—silent, empty, and serene.
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It was my safe haven until the debts accumulated in my memory came due
.The first time this refuge twisted happened when I tried to flee a harsh confrontation.
I entered “The State” voluntarily.When I opened my eyes, the world was dead quiet beneath a grey sky. But this time, I wasn’t alone.
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heard heavy, slow footsteps behind me. I turned around and saw figures from my past
.It was my old teacher whom I abandoned, and the friend I cut off in her darkest hour.
They stood together with unnaturally pale, stretched bodies. Their sunken faces were completely void of features.”You aren’t escaping the world, Aisha,” one of them hissed in a cold, breathless whisper
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You are simply gathering us here and locking the door. Now, this place has consumed us, and we are your only reality.
“I backed away in terror, trying to snap out of “The State,” but the ringing refused to stop.
I sprinted down empty, grey streets that morphed into places from my past.
Every situation I avoided and every person I betrayed was waiting for me in the dark.Slowly, this parallel nightmare swallowed my real life.
Colors faded in the middle of normal days.I started seeing those hollow figures on busy street corners, staring at me with empty smiles.
The two worlds bled together until my body collapsed, leaving me unable to separate reality from horror
.Here I am now in the hospital receiving treatment. But I don’t want it… because it was my last refuge.
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Aisha’s overwhelming urge to escape reality mirrors real-world mental health conditions, such as psychological dissociation, where the mind constructs alternative environments to cope with extreme stress and trauma.
