Your Name

Chapter one

After the light goes on I see someone hanging on the bed.

he just killed his self.

Its normal for me to see people die even if its scary that he probably hang there the whole night while his cold body was watching over us.

There were still 234 people left but they started to form groups what is dangerous for me because I don't fit in one of them.

since i was a child i don't trust anyone but myself my father taught me that because at the end of the day even your own blood would betray you, be it for money or just the smallest things.

Although he is someone who does nothing but drink alcohol, he always had good wisdom for life and probably the most important too.

The doors open and I flinch.

these red figures always have to make such a dramatic show whenever they take someones dead body, they scare the shit out of me.

„𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥"

They take him out of the room in his coffin while everyone is watching.

But they don't even care.

These people are heartless It is fascinating but at the same side terrifying.

„𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳..."

„Dying"

I hear a high voice saying behind my back feeling the cold breath over my skin leaving me goosebumps all over my body.

I don't even know if its because of my cold turning skin or her words.

I don't even know If the words were said to me or if she was just talking to her self.

But however, I don't care.

We went downstairs to a room it is set up like a playground for adults only . I look around and while i look at each player I see the crazy one who made me think about death for the first time

she talks to a man although it looks like she would rather beg for something but he doesn't even look at her and the men around him beginning to laugh.

it's ridiculous to embarrass yourself in front of everyone else and especially showing weakness this is very dangerous in a game like this.

But I think she is not that stupid I just know she has something like a plan I can see it

The speaker is Talking again and I concentrate on her words.

We have to choose a form we can decide between star circle triangle and umbrella but without knowing what for.

I was often someone who copied things at school to get good grades, and now I tried the same only that it was about my life and not about a grade.
So I look over to number 218.

I heard him say once that he can recognize a lot of games because he used to play a lot of them so I'll decide which form he takes

I hear him say he doesn't know what kind of game it is but I can tell by his face he's lying. I can see how bad he feels because number 456 is going to the umbrella.

he walks slowly in the direction of the triangle. I wait a bit before I follow him he looks at me with a questioning look, apparently he saw that I was watching him

„𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦"

I go to the front to get my case while I see a worker looking into the line, I don't know if he's watching someone, but it doesn't feel right because everyone of them are looking straight on the next wall standing there like a soldier.

Time goes by quickly and there are only two people in front of me, now it's my turn and the worker no longer looks like he's looking in the line, but is seems like he has his face in my direction, it almost looks like he's staring at me.

Im so close to him I can see his eyes looking directly into mine. I shake off the thought and look for a free spot where I can stand.

„𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣."

That son of a bitch.

even though he knew which game was coming, he didn't advise his friend to not take the umbrella.

apparently we're pretty much alike and think he'll be a tough enemy.

How ever, I hear the voice, hear that we have ten minutes and after that point nobody is important to me except myself.

the timer goes on and you hear nothing but scratching needles on the honeycomb, the steps of the soldiers and the clock.

I am glad that I chose the triangle because I notice how my hands start to shake, that always happens when my hands have to work precisely.

I hear a shot the first one has lost.

I hear another one and another.

I'm finally done, the others only have three minutes left.

the one who was betrayed by his "friend" is also still on his honeycomb.

I show the worker standing in front of me my perfect triangle and he slowly nods.

since when can these red figures move?

„𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰-𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥-𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴."

I let out a loud breath of relief.

•Author's note•
Hi🤍  don't worry, I will not write under each chapter, I just want to say that this is my first story that I write and English is not my first language, I hope you like the story anyway and I will hopefully get better with time