It's warm, very warm, but every bone in my system feels like cold hard metal.
'because it is' a foreign voice says. I jolt back from my place but I don't.
'you can't run, you're not the one in charge' I start to panic, but my face is stoic. I try to feel it, but my hands are rooted to my sides
'I told you, you're not the one in charge' the voice utters disdainfully.does it hate me?
'hate is a strong word, I'd say you're more of a worthless person to me now, and I'm here to change that' apalled, I shake my head, but I don't.
I can think. At least I know of that.
'sure you can, but like I said-a million times now, you're not in charge, so sit back and relax, I've got this' 
I don't get it. How is he in charge..of me?
How am I unable to feel when I'm overwhelmed by this whole thing? How come my face doesn't reflect my reaction of fear? and why do I feel dead inside?
'You are dead, or at least you should be'
I never knew my thoughts could be this loud, but all I hear is silence. how come my brain feels numb?
'There's no one here beside you' my body suddenly stirs up and moves on its own accord.
I'm in front of a mirror, I see my reaction and it's hard to tell whether I'm truly existing or not.
In an unflattering form, my arm is lifted with a smile plastered on my face. and for the first time, I notice my parted lips and the words coming out of my mouth
'welcome to RElife, Eleon'
Painting Credits: Minjae Lee