I wake up in pain and confusion but it doesn't take long for everything to come crashing back onto me.
Amber!
I reach for my phone quickly and hit 'call' when I find her contact.
I get voicemail.
I call again and voicemail greets me.
I keep calling and only get her voicemail as my stomach starts to twist and turn in anxiety.
Something happened.
Each time I hit 'call' and only get her voicemail that cursed 'Amber Has Been Removed From The Software' message plays before my eyes.
Did he really kill her? No. Dreams aren't real. Their just dreams.
Anxiety and panic rises into my throat and I run into the bathroom to retch.
The bitter taste of bile is still in my mouth after I finish and all I can bring myself to do after is just sit by the toilet as I hit the 'call' button again and again.
Only to get nothing.
Tears streak my face as I stare at my phone willing a call back or a text message or just a sign that she's alive.
But the dull ache in my stomach remains and I know that she's not okay. I know that was not just a simple dream.
But I still hold hope and the best way to make that hope into a reality is to look into the mirror to see if there is anything on my neck.
I slowly stand onto shaky legs and trudge to the kitchen mirror.
When I see myself I slam my hand over my mouth and my legs give out.
Dead center on my neck is a deeply carved tri-force. It looks as though it had just stopped bleeding and the skin around it is red and inflamed.
As I cry my phone buzzes in my hand.
A text message!
My breath hitches as I check it, hoping it's Amber but instead see that fucking number!
01011001 01101111 01110101 00100111 01110010 01100101 00100000 01001101 01101001 01101110 01100101 00100000 01001110 01101111 01110111: Enjoying the gift I left for you?
Me: Did you kill Amber?!
01011001 01101111 01110101 00100111 01110010 01100101 00100000 01001101 01101001 01101110 01100101 00100000 01001110 01101111 01110111: No.
Me: The who did it you bastard?!
01011001 01101111 01110101 00100111 01110010 01100101 00100000 01001101 01101001 01101110 01100101 00100000 01001110 01101111 01110111: Watch your tone. You're not the one in control of your life anymore.
More tears run down my face as I stare at the small screen in my hand.
Me: Please. Just tell me who did it.
01011001 01101111 01110101 00100111 01110010 01100101 00100000 01001101 01101001 01101110 01100101 00100000 01001110 01101111 01110111: 01001010 01100101 01100110 01100110 00100000 01100100 01101001 01100100 00100000 01101001 01110100
Me: Of course you don't tell me.
I glare at the screen and slowly cry myself back to sleep on the cold linoleum floor.
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The Game of Sanity
Fanfiction"Perhaps I'll simply keep you as a pet, and see just how wonderful you look with a face filled with terror..." × A family. A friend. A life torn to pieces by an unfortunate stroke of luck. Roxanne Draxen doesn't expect much from life. She's happy to...
