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don't exist .
     
    I blink and read again to make sure that I’ve digested the information. An icy shiver pierces through me. This message doesn’t explain anything, but it's obviously addressed to me. I have to pretend that the odd people who I keep seeing do not exist. I get up and put the piece of paper in my pocket, hoping that he will appear again so I can punch him. I can picture this scene in my mind. Once again, I rinse my face and leave the toilet.   Maybe I am crazy and soon I will have to explain what is happening to Dr Roberts, but at this point I just don't care anymore. The guy surely wants something from me; he is following me around and he left me this message. What the hell does he want?
     

 
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    When I walk back to the reception, Amy is waiting for me in the corridor. I have tried to compose myself, but I have always been a terrible actress.
     
    ‘All done now, Ania, you are officially enrolled,’ she says cheerfully, giving me some papers. I look around nervously, but I don’t spot anyone bizarre in the corridor.
     
    ‘Thank you so much for that. I really appreciate it.’
     
    ‘No problem, the only thing is we have to do an introduction to War Studies because all the other modules were taken. I don't really want to enrol in this module as it sounds boring, but we haven't got any other choice,’’ she explains.
     
    ‘Great,’ I say in a flat tone, staring at the rest of Amy's choices, which look pretty good. Talking about the modules selection is the last thing on my mind.
     
    ‘Now we have to go to the library to get your card,’ says Amy.
     
    ‘Do we have to do this today?’
     
    I want to get my library card, but I am too exhausted and know I won’t be able to cope with any more hallucinations today. I am still trying to convince myself that everything that is happening will stop eventually. However, I can't forget the exhilarating blue eyes, even though he is only in my imagination. He is too perfect to be real. Deep down, I am furious that I was not able to do anything when he was standing in front of me.    
     
    ‘No, we don't have to do this today,’ Amy replies. ‘Are you not feeling well?’
     
    ‘I think I will go home to bed. I feel a bit dizzy.’
     
    Amy is concerned and wants to walk me back to the house, but I assure her that I am fine. I have to face my fears alone. If the message is real and I am going to witness more, then I will have to deal with it on my own sooner or later. I persuade Amy to leave. Being outside makes me more anxious. I know that my hallucinations haven’t gone away, but I pay no attention to the bizarre looking individuals and rush to the main building to get a taxi. I am not prepared to take any more chances today.  
     
    ‘Where are we going?’ asks the taxi driver, looking annoyed as I interrupt him reading a paper.
     
    I give him the address. He looks at me with curiosity, as my house is within walking distance, but doesn’t make any kind of comment. When I arrive home, I go straight upstairs and lock the door to my room. The house seems to be empty and I have to lie down to enable the other parts of my brain to work again. I take the piece of paper from my pocket and look at it for a long while. Staring at the ceiling doesn't bring any new ideas or thoughts into my head either. I look at my laptop but change my mind instantly, wondering what exactly I would type into Google anyway. No one else seemed to notice the odd individuals that I was seeing today. Maybe the beautiful man that I saw for the first time in my dreams is real, but I am the only human who can see him. Maybe he is an angel. I am so exhausted after the short trip to the university that I have to rest; it's only after 1 o'clock but I feel so drained. Technically, I am seeing people, creatures that aren’t visible for anyone else. This isn’t possible; maybe I am still just imagining them, and after such a trauma this should be