⚠️TW: Swearing⚠️
"What's wrong?" Claire asked as she walked over to Liam. Liam motioned towards me. "Brielle?! Oh my — What happened?!"
"It was a magma rock," I said trying to keep myself calm.
"Magma rock?" Claire asked, confused. I motioned over my shoulder towards the Maze and Claire's eyes grew wide as she saw the lava and fire. "What...?"
"Liam, what happened when you pulled that lever?" I tried again focusing my attention to him.
"Okay, fine! I might've forgotten to mention that the lever released a lot of fire everywhere," Liam admitted.
"No fucking shit!" I yelled which I assumed Ivy heard as she then walked over.
"What's going on here?" She asked in her normal high pitched voice.
"Liam-" I started before getting cut off.
"Nothing. Continue working on whatever you were working on," Liam answered. Ivy looked between me, Liam, and Claire before walking back to wherever she came from.
Claire sighed and started to clean my hand before wrapping gauze around it. It stung really badly, but I'll be able to manage.
"Don't use it for at least the next week or so. If you need it change and cleaned, come find me." She explained as she stuffed her medical supplies back into her backpack and zipped it up.
"Sounds good. Thank you, Claire," I said with a smile. She swung her backpack back over her shoulders and stood up from her kneeling position.
"It's no problem, Brielle," she reassured and returned the smile. "If you don't want to, you don't have to come to the meeting. Just tell me your statement and I'll tell it to everyone else."
"Thank you, I say we don't flip the lever. Also tell them about what Liam said. I don't know if he'll end up going or not," I said as Claire started to make her way to the meeting table with everyone else.
"Will do!" She called with a wave. I waved back and then started to make my way back to my house.
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"How's the hand doing?" Claire asked as we sat down on my couch. It was a few days later from the events that happened and I've just been in my house for basically the whole time. The farm is back and working so the every other night meals are slowly coming back.
"It's doing alright. I can almost hold things again," I explained as she carefully unraveled the old gauze and replaced it with a new one. "Have we made a decision yet?" From what Claire has been telling me, there have been multiple meetings on the levers, all of them not going so well.
"Yes, there has been. I don't like the decision, but majority rules I guess," She said nervously.
"What are we doing—what won?" I asked.
She sighed and looked down at the floor. "We're going to pull the lever. Not today, not this week, but soon. Everyone claims that it's probably just a trick, but, what if it isn't, Brielle? What if it actually does kill us?"
"I..don't know," I finally said after a few seconds. I don't know what to tell her. I've never been a person somebody goes to when looking for advice. In the three months, not very many people have actually come to me for comfort or anything like that and that's probably a good thing. I don't seem to be very good at helping people cheer up. "Whatever happens, I'll make sure nobody dies, okay?" I reassured causing a small smile to spread on her face.
She looked up at me, "Thank you." I nodded and she started to get up off the couch. "I'm glad your hand is getting better."
"Thanks, I hope it gets better before we flick the lever," I said and she nodded in agreement before waving goodbye and walking out the door.
There are about a million things that could happen whenever we pull the other lever, and I don't want to think about any of them right now. Unfortunately, my mind had other plans.
No matter how much we try and stop whatever happens, something will happen because that's what they want. The people who put us in here want something to happen. There's no doubt in that.
If it does end up killing us all, would I really be upset? I would be upset that my friends are dead, but honestly, this place sucks. Trapped inside a place that you have to risk your life to try and escape? That's not somewhere I want to live. Do we even know if there is an exit? Liam said something about going back for some sort of hint. Did he ever get it?
What if they're all right, though? What if it some stupid trick the creators are pulling on us? What if we flick it and nothing happens? I highly doubt it, but I need to consider every possible outcome. I don't want these people — my friends — dead. That's the last thing I want.
I thought for a moment before an idea popped into my head. We could all create bunkers underground in case something does happen. I'll propose the idea tomorrow, but I'm kind of tired right now.
I looked over at the lunch I cooked for myself that was sitting on the counter of my kitchen. I had only taken a small bite. I've lost most of my appetite these few days and I don't know why. Maybe it's because I'm not a good cook.
I sighed and got up from the couch, walking over to the old plate of food. I cleaned up the dish and then put away all the silverware in the right spots after washing them.
I then walked over to my bed and slipped off my boots. I collapsed onto the soft bed and let myself drift off into a peaceful nap.
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