I stand here as the wind wafts over to meet me. My hair twirls in its cool presence behind me, like flames as each strand licks the air in response. I gaze down towards the ground and I smile. He's gone and the voices have left me. But it isn't over, I've changed. I cannot accept myself anymore, he was right, The Game needs me and I need The Game. Without it I am nothing. So I step backwards and join the wind. I take my last look at the sky and remember. I remember them.
I'm coming, I'm finally going to join you in Hell, my old victims.
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His Sick Little Game -EDITING-
Teen Fiction"There is something in the school. Deep in the basement, watching our every move and he has chosen you next to join His Game."
