Your P.O.V
God I hate this so much! All the fake smiles and meaningless conversations and small talk. It's all so boring and fake. Why did my parents have to drag me to this charity auction? I hate these events, or any events that have to do with dressing up in the best outfit you can find to go to a place to buy something you don't even like just to show everyone else just how much money you have. I could say that the money is going to a good cause but I don't even know if that's true. There is probably a small percentage that goes to the charity and the organizers pocket the rest. But on the other hand, does any of these people really care about the charity we are here for tonight. No one has even bothered to tell me what the charity is or even have the charity name on any of the posters or advertising so I can only assume it's going to go well. Mom nudges me in the arm sending me back into reality.
I look over at her to see that she's wearing her fake flirtatious smile. "Go socialize a little. Maybe you can meet a nice handsome boy." "I'm not really looking for a relationship right now and I'm not starting by looking for one around here." "And what's wrong with the men here?" She asked slightly offended. "They're all fake, snobby, self absorbed, need I say more." "Y/n it's the least you can do. It's bad enough we practically had to drag you here and out of your room with all your horror video game nonsense. Honestly, you need to start acting like a normal human being and socialize for once in your life. Your an heiress its time you start acting like one. Now put on a smile and go socialize or so help me I'll make you wish you were in one of those games." Mom threatened through gritted teeth but it wasn't obvious do to her non faltering smile. I instantly flash her a slightly sarcastic smile and walk away from her towards the other end of the ballroom. I waited until I was out of her sight and far enough away from her wondering eyes. I'm not socializing with anyone of these people here. If only she knew that I actually wish I was in one of my horror games right now.
I'm not scared of any of them at all. But quite the opposite actually. They make me feel at ease in a way. I know that sounds a bit screwed up but it's true. Everything I see around me on a day to day basis feels and is fake. All these people here, the morals of these people and my parents. How they look, how they act, how they talk, even aspects of my life controlled by my parents is completely fake. Just like their love most of the time. It's all so fake, those games are the only thing that feels real and genuine. From the storyline, monsters and scares to the amount of thought that the developer put into the entire game. I know that sounds weird and crazy but it's true. God I need a drink if I'm going to survive the night! And it's only just begun. Yay! I quickly flag down a waiter and grab a glass of Champaign from his tray and begin to throw it back. If people really knew what I thought they would think I'm crazy. I mean I would rather be wondering Silent Hill or Racoon City than be here in my reality. The monsters don't even scare me, when I look at them I think of them like an old friend. And when there are some parts in the game where I am scared its not an unwanted feeling. I actually like feeling scared. It makes me happy in a sense... Like I said if anyone knew what I thought they would think I'm nuts. I take another large gulp of my drink looking up as I did you and ....what the hell is that coming from the vents.
The vents on the ceiling and along it were secreting this thick greyish green smoke. Is a part of the building on fire? No this doesn't look like fire smoke, or none that I've even seen. It's not staying at the top of the room like fire smoke would do either but rather coming down towards us. What the hell is going on? Before I know it the room is starting to fill with it quickly, getting the attention of everyone. Before I could blink the gas was pooling at our feet and people is starting to let out panic stricken screams and cries. I don't know what's going on but I'm not staying to find out.
I quickly grab a cloth napkin on a nearby table and race for the door, holding the cloth firmly over my nose and mouth as I went. But my sudden movements seemed to not be quick enough as a stampede of people started for the doors, trying to get into the hallway. As I ran just behind them the people that were screaming caught my attention. They were scattering and scurrying away in pure panic and terror. A few were tearing away at themselves and their clothing frantically. Is the gas making their skin burn? It's on my legs and they feel fine. I turned around to face the door and see what's left of the stampede, which to my surprise is now a small group of people trying to push the doors open while the rest of the once decent sized crowd are starting to freak out and panic just like everyone I just passed. As I neared the back of the group they got the doors open only to have a large amount of gas blow right into their faces. I stopped dead in my tracks as I watched those people grab at their faces and then look around and start to scream and cry as they fall to the ground and act the same as everyone else. As the people moved away from the door and fell to the floor, they revealed a hooded man wearing what looks likes a mechanical scarecrow costume holding his arms out in front of him.
