The Devils Game

Locked Up

       I wake up to a brick wall. My body is stiff, the bed I sleep in isn't the same bed I fell asleep in last night. I get up as I gasp from the pain in my back. Something is throbbing. Then my heart jumps from within me, as I fall on the cold, slick, tile. I'm in a jail cell, I must be dreaming. I hear footsteps coming.

"Hey, you! " the man appears at my cell.

"No talking!" He opens the cell. He roughly pulls me from the ground, putting handcuffs on me. The coldness making my muscle twitch. They must think I killed my aunt and uncle, I know I didn't do anything wrong, they have no evidence. We walk down the white hallways, cameras over each door, you couldn't possibly count them. They take me to a room, there's only a mirror that takes up half of the wall. A man comes in and sees the confusion in my face.

"What? Do you not remember what happened last night? The lives you took?" I don't even know what to say. He bangs the table, making me jump. He stares me in the eye.

"Do you see those cameras?" he points to the one in the room. "Those cameras are meant to keep my people safe!" I don't know why he's telling me this, I just want to know why I'm here. I copy him and bang the table.

"Why. Am.I. Here!? I say slowly, so he hears every single word I said.

"Are you stupid? You," He jabs me in the collar bone, I slap his hand away. "killed two people, wait, oh I'm sorry, four people."

I stand up, making the chair fall over. "I didn't killed anyone! My whole family died in two days. Two days! Now I'm going to jail for apparently killing-"

"Apparently?

"Missy, we have proof. No question." The door opens and I stand with my arms crossed.

"Sit down." the police says.

"No, I'd rather stand." I say flatly. He shakes his head annoyingly, He pulls down a screen and I look down at my bare feet, as the "evidence" loads. I hear a high pitch scream, making my head snap up and my muscle tense up. I stare at the screen in horror when I see myself holding Crystal in a death grip. I hear whimpers coming from her, begging me to let her go, her voice full of fear. I step back, tripping on the chair and I cover my face with my hands. All the sudden pictures begin to dance behind my eyelids, blood, bones, I see writing on my arms, the taste of blood comes to my mouth. I killed my own friend. Then I hear Cassandra's scream, telling me to stop. I must have killed her too. I can't breathe, my body aches as my wound reopens. I cover my ears screaming at the top of my lungs,

"Turn it off!!!Turn it Off!!!" and the screams stop.

"Take Miss. Evelyn Hayes to her cell please."