The Simulation

The Begining

It's all a lie. Everything. There's no escape to this endless hellhole called "Earth".
Constance wakes up, and finishes her daily routine. It's nothing interesting, she gets ready, goes to school, comes home, eats, sleeps. It's repetitive. Over and over everyday she does the same thing.
But this time it's different. Something is off. But what?
A voice calls out. It's hard to hear, she can't tell what they are saying. The voice is getting louder. Make it stop! Constance thinks to herself. But the voice keeps getting louder and louder. What is it saying? She can't take it anymore. Suddenly, someone starts screaming. The sound frightens Constance until she realizes she's the one who was screaming.
She bolts upright from her bed, gasping for air, her long, brown hair a mess.
What kind of dream was that?
Trying to ignore it, she gets ready for school. Another day of ninth grade. The same difficult classes. The same boring teachers. Constance only has one thing to look forward to when going to school. Her best friend Lilith.
Walking out of her house and to the bus stop, she busied herself thinking about all the work she has.
The voice calls out again. However this time it's more audible. She can't make out what it's saying, but it's a man's voice. The voice rings out in her head.
Just then, someone jumps out from behind her. Who is that? Her mind raced trying to figure out who it was. Then she recognized that short blonde hair, that button up blouse and that skirt she wears way to often.
It was Lilith.
"Boo! Did I scare ya?" Lilith laughs.
"Sheesh, you almost gave me a heart attack! What was that for?"
Lilith giggles. "Well maybe you should get your head out of your ass and watch where you're going." She points, "You almost ran into that stop sign."
"Er—"
"Anyways, what were you thinking about? Ooh don't tell me, was it a boy?" Lilith interrupts.
"No— just forget it. C'mon or we'll be late."
"Look who's talking."
They walk the rest of the way in silence, then climb onto the bus and head for school.
Constance can't stop thinking about that voice. Who was that and why? What were they trying to tell me?
As the teacher's voice droned on and on about some war from who knows when, the voice rang out.
Help me..