Chapter 12

After having lunch, I relaxed on the bed with Jennifer beside me. She was so eager to hear the story of how I encountered Russell. I sighed and began. “It all began on my birthday when I jumped into the river to commit suicide,” my voice trailed off as I did a flashback to the scene.

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I regained consciousness in a room. Not seen anything like it before. My head was throbbing like two metals clacking each other. I held my head as I slowly sat up on the bed, a comfy royal-like or maybe, a royal bed. I slowly stood up from the bed, looking around the room. I was intrigued by its décor. A bedroom fit for a king or queen. The room was vast, with high ceilings that seemed to reach for the heavens, adorned with intricate moldings and decorative plasterwork, making the space feel even more regal. The color scheme exuded richness and grandeur, as deep hues of crimson and gold dominated the walls, drapes, and bedding, creating an atmosphere of opulence. In one corner of t