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Shayne's eyes flew open as she came to.
Her last moments before the blackout came to her mind and she gasped as she sat up.
The sudden change made her head pound more and she groaned as she looked at the booklet on the floor.
Her trembling hands reached out for it as she slowly brought it close to her.
She looked at it for a long time before she had to admit...
"That is me." she gulped.
Her head was pounding like it was filled with rocks, and she had to clench her teeth to keep from screaming in pain.
She growled as she slowly got up and closed her eyes.
She tried counting backwards and it didn't help even a little bit.
"Well I can't faint again." she gulped and began clearing the room of any evidence she was here.
She locked the room and put the key back in Boo's room.
She took in deep breaths but her head was still pounding.
She grabbed a cover and filled it with ice from the fridge, holding it to her head.
She felt the chill shock her before it began soothing her.
"Ahhhh..." she sighed in relief.
Then she immediately got her phone and looked up Poetess.
And sure enough...
Her own face smiled back at her.
She dropped the phone, gulping as she looked at it on the floor.
"No. No this is not possible. This is impossible... I... I can't be..." Shayne gulped.
But her photo still stared back at her and she felt her head begin to spin.
"No no no no no..." she mumbled as she looked away, closing her eyes and trying to ground herself.
"How could..." she gulped.
She opened her eyes and let out a breath.
"Okay. Get over it Shayne." she growled to herself as she took her phone and sat on the sofa, still clutching the ice bag to her head.
"Okay. Somehow... In some bizzaro world... I became..." she gulped, unable to say it aloud.
"What even the fuck happened to me!" she squeaked as she looked at a photo of herself.
She slowly went through the images of Poetess and looked at the way she was dressed and the screengrabs of her performance.
"How was I... Even able to... Do all this..." she whispered to herself.
She felt her fingers tremble but forced herself to go back to the results page... And this time she went to the 'News' tab.
VYBE releases Poetess' single while she's still in hospital
There were variations of this headline from different Han media agencies and one of them had a link to a video.
She clicked on it and it took her to a ITube video.
She played it.
It was a lyrical video with photos and clips of her.
So calm and collected
They don't see the rage within
I'm filled with pain
Tragedy's worn me thin
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