Welcome to Hell
Alexander ran, but he didn't know from where or to where.
The environment around him shifted constantly, like an endless corridor of broken mirrors, with fragments of his darkest memories reflected on every surface.
His brother, Boris, appeared in the shards of memory, wearing that self-assured smile, always admired by others while Alexander was just… the second, the one who couldn't measure up.
"Why this!" he screamed internally, feeling as if he were being swallowed by the darkness around him.
No matter how hard he tried, Boris was always ahead, and it consumed him.
He remembered every word and gesture their father dedicated to his brother, and the emptiness he himself left in everyone, a space no one even noticed.
"Don't show me this trash!" Alexander's heart raced, memories suffocating him as he kept running, the feeling of being useless and invisible crushing him with every step.