She Started Hearing Conversations That Never Happened — She Was On the Other Side Part 5

She couldn’t feel the floor anymore.

No weight.

No balance.

No control.

Elena opened her eyes—

but the room was gone.

Completely.

No walls.

No furniture.

No light.

Just darkness.

Endless.

Silent.

Wrong.

Her breath came in short, broken bursts.

But even that felt… distant.

Like it wasn’t really hers anymore.

“Hello…?”

Her voice echoed.

Soft.

Swallowed immediately.

No return.

No answer.

Her hands lifted slowly in front of her.

They were there.

But not right.

Faint.

Blurred.

Like something half-remembered.

Like a reflection without a surface.

“I’m still here…”

The words felt fragile.

Unstable.

As if they might fall apart.

A sound broke the silence.

Faint.

Far away.

She turned.

Her movements delayed.

Heavy.

Like she wasn’t fully connected to herself.

And then—

she saw it.

A wall.

Standing alone in the darkness.

Impossible.

Familiar.

Her breath caught.

It was her wall.

The same texture.

The same color.

The same place—

where everything had started.

But now—

it stood on the other side.

Her side.

Elena stumbled toward it.

Her steps uneven.

Uncertain.

Her fingers reached out.

Hovering just inches from the surface.

“I can go back…”

Hope.

Weak.

Desperate.

Her hand pressed forward.

The wall rippled.

Soft.

Alive.

Her eyes widened.

“Yes…”

Her breath trembled.

“I can still—”

A voice behind her.

Close.

Too close.

“You don’t go back.”

Elena froze.

Her entire body locking instantly.

Slowly—

she turned.

Shapes began to form in the darkness.

Not clear.

Not complete.

But there.

Watching.

Waiting.

Surrounding her.

More than one.

Many.

Her breath collapsed.

Her chest tightening violently.

“No…”

A whisper.

A realization.

Too late.

The wall behind her shifted.

And suddenly—

she saw through it.

The apartment.

Her apartment.

Clear.

Sharp.

Real.

And inside—

she saw herself.

Standing.

Moving.

Living.

Perfect.

Unbothered.

Unaffected.

Her body.

Her life.

Her place.

Taken.

Elena pressed both hands against the surface.

“NO—!”

Her scream didn’t reach.

Didn’t matter.

Didn’t exist.

On the other side—

the other Elena paused.

Slowly turned her head.

And looked directly at her.

A faint smile forming.

Small.

Controlled.

Final.

Elena’s voice broke.

“Please… let me back…”

But the answer didn’t come from the other side.

It came from behind her.

From the darkness.

From the things she couldn’t see—

but could feel.

“You were never on that side.”

A pause.

A truth.

Heavy.

Absolute.

“You were just passing through.”

The wall went still.

Hard.

Solid.

Closed.

And Elena—

was no longer near it.

Something pulled her back.

Gently.

Slowly.

Into the darkness.

Into the space behind everything.

Her last view—

her last moment—

was the other version of her

walking away.

Without hesitation.

Without fear.

Without her.

And then—

nothing.