Fatal Game

Fatal Game - part 11

I was lying on my bed, crying my heart out. How could Sam abandon me when I needed him the most? I thought we were best friends.

Feeling utterly heartbroken I dragged myself to the kitchen, determined to eat something even though I wasn’t the slightest hungry.

It has been 3 days since Sam just walked out of here. I tried calling him several times but he never answered. He hasn’t visited or anything.

I haven’t had any of those dreams which I felt happy about. But losing Sam brought me down lower than I have been before.

All I have done for 3 days is sleep and cry, nothing else. I’ve never been this depressed before. Sadness was clawing inside of me and I just wanted to die.

This is not how I imagined my life when I signed the contract for my apartment.

I made some toast but it didn’t taste any good so I dragged myself to the sofa and turned on the TV. There was some sit-com showing and I tried hard to concentrate, but I couldn’t. Absolutely nothing could make me forget what had happened.

Just the thought of Sam made me cry. I needed him here.

My cell phone started ringing and I picked it up. I didn’t answer because it was only Mrs. Wilson. She could leave a voice mail. Any kind of interaction with another person was something I did not want.

I pulled up my knees, wrapped my arms around my legs and started rocking back and forth. Why did everything have to go wrong? If we hadn’t played our game, I still would have the only person I’ve really cared about. With a frustrated scream, I threw the remote control at the wall. This time I managed to break something.

Rubbing my cheeks, I noticed that they were wet. I was crying again. I was truly lost without Sam. The worst part was that there’s nothing I could do about it.

He probably hated me. That was why he never answered the phone.

I grabbed my cell phone to call Sam again. It kept ringing but no one answered. Finally it went to voice mail and I hung up.

Yes, he loathes me, I decided. That thought made me cry even harder.

My hands were shaking when I hugged myself. The whole world seemed so cold.

Since I was feeling extremely weak because of all the crying and lack of eating, I decided that I should sleep. It took great effort to get up and crawl into bed.

I pulled the covers over me and closed my eyes.

My last thoughts evolved around Sam and how much I missed him.

I lazily opened my eyes and immediately recognized the grey houses.

All I could do was sigh deeply. I truly didn’t care anymore.

This mystery man could do whatever he wanted to me, I wouldn’t put up a fight.

I sat on the street, looking around. There was no use in doing anything else.

The whole scene had changed though. It was darker and dirtier.

I laid down, not caring about the dress I always wore in this dream.

What was I supposed to do here this time? Hadn’t I already seen everything?

Quickly I decided to visit that house with the altar again.

I was dragging my feet and soon enough I was standing by the front door to that house.

I tried the door handle and the door creaked open.

Without sparing a glance around, I walked straight downstairs.

Now there were 2 oil lamps so I had a better view.

I walked straight to the altar and saw the dried blood on it. Ok, so nothing had been killed there lately.

I inspected all the weird tools on the walls. There was no telling what they were meant to be used for. A deep sigh escaped my lips.

I truly needed Sam. There was no other way I could get through this.

While climbing back up the stairs, I thought about the fountain.

Deciding to stay here a bit longer was a better idea. I needed to inspect the cages.

Hesitantly I walked from cage to cage and inspected each of them thoroughly.

All of them had dried blood in them and they smelled like urine.

What on earth could these been used for?

I walked outside slowly. It felt like the fountain was calling me.

Those familiar shadowy figures could be seen in the alleys, but I didn’t fear them.

Too much had happened, for me to be afraid of shadows.

I didn’t even bother to worry about mystery man.

When I finally reached the fountain, I just stood and looked at the angels for a good 10 minutes. There was no rush, right?

For some reason I started singing ‘Amazing Grace’ quietly. I’m not a good singer but I didn’t care.

I sat down with my hands in my lap. And I just sang the same song over and over again. I wanted to go home and be with Sam.

What I needed was for him to comfort me. But that would never ever happen.

It was probably my own fault that he had left.

There was no way someone could love and care for a failure like me.

I finally got up and walked to where I would sit.

Something was lying there, glimmering in the light. I got closer and saw that it was a razor blade.

What an odd thing to find. I picked it up and noticed that it must be brand new.

I sat down on the edge of the fountain and played with the razor blade.

My mind was trying to figure out why it was there in the first place.

Finally a thought hit me; I was supposed to cut myself.

Well, why not. It’s not like I have anything to live for.

Slowly I positioned the blade and cut deeply, several times.

My blood was flowing into the fountain and I thought it looked beautiful.

I felt a hand play with my hair and I heard him say “Good girl”, right by my ear.

I woke up by really loud banging on my door, like someone was trying to break into my apartment. I ran to open the door but stumbled on my shoes and fell.

Quickly I reached up and unlocked it and someone ripped the door open and I looked up.

“Sam” I breathed.