The Game

Chapter 2

When you don't have memories, you don't dream. It's just black, perhaps it's because I have nothing to think about or that it's just part of the game? I honestly don't know. A slight ticking noise is the only sound I hear within the junk room, along with whatever moved below me when I adjusted my body weight.

I sighed moving from my side to my back starring up again at the white ceiling.

Those three seem off but, they're not too bad, I guess. That pink haired girl is creepy though. She reminds me of one of those crazy ex-girlfriends from horror movies, which are just waiting to strike. Alice just seems to hate me. I don't know what I did to her but, whatever it was it really pissed her off. Or, she's crazy and just hates everything. How? That was his name right? He just seems, what's the word for it? Bored. As if everything just annoys and boards him. That this is a game he has beaten before and life is a replay through.

All in all, they just seem mad.

A swooshing noise caught my attention as my door opened wide. Alice stood with purple circling her eyes and black spread across her face. She chewed gum loudly with her mouth open, for the world to see. I noticed she wore the same black tank but instead of pants she wore tight black spandex.

"Can I help you?" I called shielding my eyes from the light.

She moaned as her hands began digging through the piles of garbage. She was searching for something, as too what I haven't the slightest idea.

"What are you doing?" I asked tired.

"Who are you again?" Alice replied sourly.

"John," I answered with hesitation.

"Yeah I really didn't care. Ahh, there you are." Alice pulled out a plastic clear cup and a bent pipe from the trash.

"What is that for?" I questioned with some concern.

She walked out of the door mainly ignoring me, "fire."

The door to my room shut leaving me in the dark, literally. I have no idea what just happened.

I looked to the faint outline of light coming from my door which I can only assume is coming from the hallway. I sat up slightly wondering whether or not I should ask Alice what she was just doing. She said something about fire, should I help? I'm pretty scared of her though. I'm sure she's fine.

A loud crash echoed through the house shaking the junk in my room. I held onto the rubble as the house rattled. The lights in the hallway flickered on and off with the unsettling movement of my world. Earthquake?

The shaking stopped before the sound of Eve's voice shouted for all to hear, "I'm ok!"

"Stop trying to get past that firewall, it's not going to happen,' Alice barked.

"I've only been electrocuted like four times, I'll get it," Eve pleaded.

"Will either of you give it a break? You made me draw my line crooked, now I have to start all over," How growled.

"Just cover it with some white paint, perfectionist," Alice sighed.

"You don't understand it, unless I paint over everything I can see the uneven levels," he argued.

The house rattled again in the same manner it had before, "five," Eve moaned.

"Cool it," Alice commanded.

"Alice can I have my fan back? I think I'm going to need it," Eve groaned obviously in pain.

"I need it, you can just suffer."