Don't Give Up

Which Way To Go?

Running.

Running.

Gasping in as much air as my lungs can hold.

I can hear something chasing me. Making a horrible crushing and grinding noise. Probably devouring one of my opponents.

My muscles and joints are screaming in pain. My feet are throbbing. I'm out of breath but I have to keep running or it will be the end for me.

A stream of cussing is rolling from my lips. My leg is covered in hot, sticky, blood.

The monster making all that noise is coming closer and closer. I can hear it.

All I can do is keep running.

Running.

And running.

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"Damnit! Watch were you are going!" I say to a boy that bumped into my left side. He looked at me angrily but that look faded away when he looked up at my face. He then scrambled off with the girl that was chasing him.

I'm not drunk, well not yet. I have a bottle of tequila in my right hand and in my left hand is a picture of my used to be husband.

I'm just trying to drink my pain away. It feels better than sitting on the bathroom floor, crying my fucking heart out. 

I try to walk steadily through the dark alley towards the club. I need to get more tequila and maybe smack a few bitches on the way. I'm ready for a fight. I haven't fought for a while but right now I'm yearning for some bloodshed.

I realized that I was just really angry at everyone. What I didn't realize was that I made a wrong turn. I was surrounded by black and it was really cold. I was trying to walk forward but I smacked into a wall.

I gulped down the rest of the tequila and threw the empty bottle at the wall. I heard it shatter.

I put my hands on the wall and walked around with my hands still on the wall. I felt a crease, an edge, that connects two walls together. I felt four creases.

I was in a box.

I was trapped.

I got angry and I started screaming and yelling. How the hell did I get into this box?! I punched the wall very hard. It split the skin on my knuckles on my right hand. The blood was flowing through where the skin split.

I looked at where I punched the wall. There was a crack where a sliver of light was coming in through the darkness.

I kicked the wall. Once. Twice. Then the wall started crumpling. There was an opening, wide and tall enough for me to walk through. My slim body easily got through the gap.

When I walked out of the box I was welcomed with a blinding light. I had to blink a few times before my eyes could get focused.

I noticed there were two big gray stone walls on both sides of me. I looked around and I noticed that the box I was in, was gone. The sun was hot and I started getting some beads of sweat on my forehead.

Then, very loudly, a low and deep voice said, "You are about to begin. You have 49 other opponents out in the maze. Whoever gets to the end of the maze, alive, gets to make one wish and that wish will be granted."

The word 'alive' made shivers go down my spine.

The man continued, "You will begin in three... Two.... ONE!"

Instantly it went pitch dark. Then a dim light came on. It made the walls have a gloomy but scarier look.

I started walking very cautiously. The word 'alive' was repeating over and over in my head.

I have a severe headache from drinking too much tequila but it keeps me wide awake.

Probably a half hour has went by and I'm still walking very slowly and listening.

I start to get impatient so I speed up my walking then I hear a bloodcurdling scream deep in the maze.

I yell, "What the hell is going on?!" Then there is just silence. 

Then I hear it. It's a horrible noise. It's like a slushing and groaning sound. The smell was even worse. It smelled like vomit mixed with oil and vinegar.

The sound was coming from behind me. Something stabbed my leg. It started to fucking burn and I could feel myself starting to go unconscious but I had to stay awake. I had to get to the end of this maze.

The sound was getting closer.

I started running.