Trapped in the Sims (complete)

Part 13

The green plumbob hovers menacingly over my head as I realize I am back standing in front of the mirror in the glossy bathroom. I wince as I catch sight of my reflection. Black and blonde is not a good combo on me, and I've never liked yellow. Great.

However, I'm not left to muse for too long. The controlling force fills my body again and I am forced to walk back out of the bathroom, still fighting every step but failing entirely. I haven't a clue where Hannah is taking me, but I can guess that it won't be for a bubble bath.

I see Kyle in the hallway first, and I am shocked when my feet turn towards him. What does Hannah want with Kyle?

Then I remember what my best friend loves to do on Sims, more than anything.

More than anything in the world.

Oh no.

No no no.

My voice fills with perfect Simlish as I lean in close to Kyle, whose blank expression changes to one that I can only describe as - alluring. I'm flirting with him. And I'm not even in control. Is Hannah going to make us - go out with each other? Because I don't know whether Sims remember what happens to them under control, but I know it will be very awkward if they do remember. I'm fairly sure Kyle already has a girlfriend anyway.

My mind is clouded over to many of my memories, and I make a mental note to try and remember when I'm in control of my actions, but I can dimly remember the last conversation Hannah and I had before I was sucked into the game. The plan for this family.

Parents split up. Teenage pregnancy. Failing young boy in school.

And now she's got me as well.

What is she going to do to us all?

Suddenly the game stops, just for a moment. Literally stops, like everything is frozen. I am trapped in the middle of gazing into Kyle's eyes, and I know Hannah's put the game on pause. Please don't let her leave us like this.

Luckily, the game unpauses for a second; then I hear the ominous all-consuming creaking sound which fills my head and all the Sim cells in my body. We're being turned off. Phew.

When I recover from the brief blackout, I quickly dart away from a confused-looking Kyle before he can regain his senses. I really don't want to know if he can remember what happened - between us, but I don't want to find out right now.

"Whoa," laughs Melissa as I come up to her, and I know she's back with me. "That's an ... interesting outfit."

"Believe me, it wasn't me," I hurriedly assure her.

Melissa raises her eyebrows, looking critically over my outfit. "It kind of looks like ..."

"I know. A gothic sunflower," I say miserably. "And I think I was just forced to flirt with your brother."