The Game

Chapter 3

The music surrounds me, calming me down and filling me with happiness. His voice is the sweetest of all and I don't know what I could do without him, I don't even think I could endure the trouble that is my life. I know that he will always be here for me and will do anything for me, but there are some things that no one can prevent and you have to live through by yourself. He will never understand that.

Silence engulfs me and I can hear the guitar placed on the ground, but I don't want to lose the moment and the inner peace so I keep my eyes closed. Footsteps close in and I can feel his presence just hovering in front of me, taking me in, probably thinking of his next portrait for art. My face tingles as he places his hand on my cheek and then his soft lips find mine. I open my eyes and see the bright blue eyes which belong to the love of my life, Jake.

I wake up engulfed in darkness and try to cling onto the only memory I have. It doesn't reveal much about my past life, but I know one new thing. Jake. I wouldn't have guessed it before I drank the memory toxin last night, but thinking about it now, I'm not shocked. He's kind, caring and good looking, how could I not fall for him? But this raises more questions than it answers, not just about my past with Jake, but the fact I seemed broken and sad. What or who would have caused me to feel like that? It was a powerful emotion so it must have been something very bad.

Light flashes in front of me and I am shocked by the abrupt loss of darkness. I close my eyes, letting them adjust and when I open them again I see Lucy standing by the light switch. I smile at her, but when she sees me she leaves, which surprises me as I thought we were friends. Maybe I upset her in the memory or she has someone to see or somewhere to go.

I look over at the other three girls in the room; they all look awake so I'm guessing the memory toxin caused us to wake up at the same time as I don't think it's just a coincidence. Nothing in this game is a coincidence. I don't know any of the girls as Freya got put in the other room and we didn't have much of a conversation before we fell asleep.

"What happens now?" a brown hair girl asked.

I think back to last night to remember what our host said.

Finally the final contestant enters, a short, blonde hair girl, who looks a bit distressed. Someone calls Charlotte and she goes towards the caller who is part of a group on the other side of the room. I can't hear precisely what she is saying, but I manage to piece it together to work the whole picture. Apparently Charlotte was going round with this boy, Ollie, who had helped her overcome her fear earlier and they were starting to get along really well. They'd got back to the centre of the maze and their passageway shut behind them leaving only one still open. They got slightly worried as that might mean that they were the last two, but Ollie comforted Charlotte and said that there were probably loads of people still trying to navigate their way through the remaining section. She was still worried, but agreed as she wanted to stay hopeful and as Ollie realised how she was feeling he bet that he could beat her to the first junction to try and raise their moods. Charlotte then started running straight away as she knew Ollie was a fast runner and wanted a head start. However, Ollie never over took her and when she turned around he was nowhere to be seen. She went back to the entrance, but there was no longer a gap, it was blocked up. At that moment she realised that they were the last people, and she wouldn't be seeing Ollie again till she finished the competition as he was the first one to leave.

I feel for her as I would have been upset if I lost Josh, Freya, Jake or Lucy as they are who I am closest too and it's hard to lose a friend without even properly knowing them.

My attention is pulled to the TV screen as it flickers on. I am filled with anticipation of what the next task will be and the prospect of getting a memory. I really want to learn more about myself; my personality, characteristics, friends and family. I might even know another competitor.