-You are just so
-So what
-So...
-So what? Do I know you?
-Nah. I am a fool. Let's get out of here.
-Well, out of where?
-Here. Obviously we can't stay here. That would be suicidal.
-Look, do whatever you want.
-Oi, don't do that to yourself! You will learn. How old are you?
-Huh? What the fuck are you talking about. Leave me alone!
-How old are you?
-Would you please stop it.
-How old are you?
-Stop it.
-How old are you?
-Shut it!
-How old are you?
-What do you want from me?!
-How old are you?
-27!
-Here we are.
-We are nowhere! You're such a pain in th..
-So are you. We are here together remember.
-What are you talking about, what is this place? What are you talking about!
-Aha, you are getting mad. Do get mad. Do get mad. Do get mad. Do get...
-Shut it! How is it possible that I can't leave?!
-You will never. And I will neither. It's just... naah, you won't get that.
-(Sigh) Get what? Tell me then. You are such a strange person.
-You know, when you're strange, faces come out of the rain!
-And when you're strange, no one remember your name, I know that! Stop playing with me.
-What is your name?
-None of your business.
-What a strange name.
-Fuck off.
-If I do so, you'll be...
-HAPPY!
-No, not happy, dead.
-Huh?! Stop bullshitting me. What are you playing at. How come... How come... Where are we?! I can't... figure out where I am. Tell me! Oh! Is it a dream? This is a dream! Oh yes, this. Is. A. Dream. Thanks!
-Ahahah.
-You're such a strange character for a dream.
-I am not. You are a strange maker.
-Oh so it is truly a dream.
-No. It's not. But can't I be the product of your imagination without being a dream?
-Well. No. You can not.
-But I am. I am. I am. I am. I am. I...
-STOP! GO AWAY.
-Alright. Farewell. Be ready.
Finally, I did died. Yes I did. Well, it wasn't as I wanted to. I just didn't realised I was talking to myself. Actually, as I asked my self to go, I just had some kind of nervous breakdown, aneurysm stroke. People around, said it is the drugs. I know it is not. I've been drowned by my own enemy. Seized by the power of some kind of little parasite which was growing inside me, insidiously, dangerously, endlessly. I wasn't really in a good mood when I let this intruder spoiling my thoughts. I did call him. I did want him.
Because it was me.