I Ran Away After Three Years as Stand in, CEO Went Mad Chapter 07

I Ran Away After Three Years as Stand in, CEO Went Mad Chapter 07

I dragged my suitcase aimlessly down the street, hoping the System would come back

The System heard my prayer and appeared.

It said, [Turn around first.)

I did. “Why?”

[Because you were walking straight toward a hospital.]

My mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again. Nothing came out. So it had PTSD from psychiatrists too.

The System said it would hide my tracks for a few days.

With its buff, no one could find me.

I asked weakly, “Why only a few days?”

(Because that doctor attacked me. I don’t have the energy to attack anyone else.]

Sigh. Modern psychiatrists are too good at their jobs.

The System couldn’t help me anymore. I was on my own.

I booked the next flight out to vacation abroad for a few days.

To keep my sister from worrying, I texted her: [I’m gonna be dead for a few days. Don’t freak out,

and don’t tell anyone. You can just watch a few ads to revive me.]

Sister: (What?]

Sister: (What’s wrong with you?]

Sister: [Do you need to see a psychiatrist?]

I declined politely: [It all has to do with my childhood schizophrenia. Don’t worry about it.)

Then I died. A few hours later, I was back on my feet in Maui.

I held a coconut, lay on a lounge chair, felt the sea breeze, and watched guys who clearly live at the

gym.

This vacation? Awesome.

The only downside: I couldn’t post on Instagram.

I’m someone with a huge sharing urge.

When I couldn’t talk to people, I talked to seashells.

During a few days of vacation, I went to see a therapist again.

The therapist said talking to shells is normal. As long as the shells don’t talk back.

The System said I could go back to the mainland soon.

The “one that got away” had come back in a blaze of glory.

I snuck back.

Terrified of being found.

Landed in Meadowbrook, just got off the plane.

I texted my sister first. Surprise, I’m alive: [Hey, I’m back.]

My sister replied with five words: [You are in trouble.]

Word was, Declan was searching the whole world for me.

Alive, he wanted to see me alive. Dead, he wanted to see the body.

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