The Blurred Reality

With a loud gasp, I woke up all drenched in my own sweat, covered under the duvet in the room. My gaze struck the pale ceiling and the old rusted lamp illuminating a glimpse of so-called lumination. My breath hitched as the cold reality dawned upon me, everything that happened last night felt fresh like blood on my hands. I threw the duvet and got out of bed, only to gaze at the morning sun peeking through the window. Was what happened last night a nightmare? But it felt so real.

I went out from the room to the lobby and it was utterly silent due to some reason that my guts hated. When I came outside, I spotted Matthew and others gathered with a crowd near the big tree grown at the entrance of the building. My forehead got covered by cold sweat and my palms were shaking, because I had the hint of what was coming.

"We need to inform his family right away." Matthew started with a shock over his face and then, his gaze met mine and with an apologetic expression, he excused the crowd and