His Sick Little Game -EDITING-

His Sick Little Game: It all started with a step

JunJun: Hi! If you're new to my books then welcome! I hope you like them!

If not then...welcome back?

This is my oldest book and I did abandon it for awhile since i did the idea no justice. However i'm back and I hope that I did better this time.

Changes around a few names :)

Wish me good luck! xx

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"Fear stops us doing things, conscience stops us acheiving things. You will have to throw both away. Or else you are dead already. There is no point in you even trying in His Sick Little Game." ~Libby

The classroom buzzed with the usual sounds. Girls squealing, boys fighting over...what was it this time? Lola and Skye? Not that it mattered to Erin. She sat alone, like she did everyday. Gazing through the window of her classroom. When the teacher came in, she didn't even move. It was as if she was in her own place, watching the shadow of the building she called "school".

"Okay everyone..." the teacher began. But like everyone else in her class, Erin just tuned her out like white noise. It wasn't till the teacher started giving out sheets that Erin heard the rest of what she was saying. But once she had tuned in, Erin really wished she hadn't.

"Anyone seen Libby?" the teacher asked, her voise uninterested and monotone as she looked at the empty seat beside Erin with glossed over eyes. Of course no-one answered. What had it been? Two weeks? Maybe more? It wouldn't be long before her name was completely crossed off the registration list. It wasn't unusual.

People were absent from school all the time. The rumour was that they ran away to the city. That they couldn't take the boring life that their town set before them. It was understandable of course, so no-one really bothered the police. Apart from parents. But they were batted aside.

Mrs Gale eventually reached Erin's desk and with the same dead voice, repeated the question.

"No, I didn't know her very well, Miss."

Liar

Then, swiftly turning her body away, Erin continued to watch the building's shadow. Waiting for her to move on to the next unfortunate classmate. Slowly, she started to enter her daydream once more.

Back to the life she truly wanted. But then, before she was completely gone, her eyes vaguely saw the shadow of something. She jolted and realised that whatever it was, was now standing on the rooftop.

Wait is that, a person?

She opened the classroom window suddenly and tried to look above her, towards the roof. She strained to look upwards but soon she was told off, rather half-heartedly, by Mrs Gale.

Must be my imagination.

Watching the shadow closely she turned her seat towards the window. Then suddenly it disappeared. Irritated, She pushed the window up and open again, ignoring the teacher's protests. Sticking her head out of the window, She looked up, it was a mistake.

The silhouette of a girl around Erin's size descended rapidly backwards towards the ground. Her hair twirled around her pale and familiar, sickly face. However, as she fell, her face twisted into a smile. A beautiful raw smile. And Erin couldn't help but smile back at the girl as their faces reflected the other's expression.

But Erin's face soon switched to horror as the girl, with the mask of an angel, fell to the concrete courtyard and blurred Erin's vision as dark red swallowed the body up like a mouth. Erin's scream stained the air and as suddenly as the girl had fallen, all was quiet.