Fun House

Not Fun and Games...

WARNING! Explicit Language Ahead.

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Rhythm had always been an essential part of my life, and that surely didn't stop here. I awoke to the rhythms; the pounding of the walls, and the pounding of my head.

Quickly, I jolted up, only to be met with a wave of nausea and dizziness crashing over me. Almost instantaneously, I felt the saliva build up on my tongue, but before I could stop myself, I vomited all over the dirty cement floor. Trying to move as quickly as possibly while not hurting my aching body, I stood up, stumbling a little bit, trying to use the wall as a little bit of support. Slowly, I turned my head to be met with the interior of the cramped cement block in which I stood. The air was musty and old, and the only light source was from a singular bulb dangling from a wire in the middle of the room.

Still hearing the pounding of the walls, I inched over to the hallway leading out of the room. Trying to follow the sound, I turned a couple corners, to eventually be met with the last sight I would have thought to see.

A small crowd of people.

"Hey!" A woman yelled, attracting the attention of the others who huddled in a circle. "Who the hell are you?" She stomped over towards me, her tight curls bouncing on top of her head. Blood trickled down her face, travelling all the way from the roots of her hair, to the middle of her jawline.

Quickly, others began shouting questions at me. Terrified, I backed up against the wall, began shaking in fear. Tears started burning my eyes and clouding my vision. The woman with the curls balled her fist and raised her hand, ready to strike, until I screamed.

"Please!" I yelped out, causing the crowd to stop from attacking me. "My name is Clarity Nye, and I don't know who you are, or where I am, or what's happening. Please, don't hurt me. Please!" Slowly lowering their fists, a young man emerged from the crowd. "It's alright everyone, she's one of us." He spoke loudly. The crowd backed off and went back to conversing in the corner. However, tucked into the corner in which they spoke; was a large steel door, that looked to be bolted shut.

Wiping my eyes and sighing of relief, I stood up straight again, and looked him in the eye. His light green eyes flickered over my bruised and bloody face, as mine did the same over his. He had a large bruise covering the majority of his right jaw, and dried blood was caked onto the creases in his lips. His shaggy light brown hair hung in loose curls over his left eye, and I could tell he was exhausted, as he had large bags under his eyes.

"What did you say your name was?" he finally asked me.

"Clarity." I squeaked out, as my attempts to seem intimidating quickly faded away.

"I'm Nate, and none of us are here to hurt you, unless you're here to hurt us, alright?" He somehow managed to speak confidently. I nodded quickly, as my eyes darted to the ground. As much as I wanted to trust him, I couldn't.

What if he was the one who hurt me? What if "D.F." was in this room?

"Here.." he said as he grabbed my hand. But before he could get a full grasp on it, I slammed my fist into his face, knocking him back a couple feet. "Don't fucking touch me!" I screamed. Nobody was going to put their hands on me again. "Ah Jesus Christ Clarity!" He yelled in pain, gripping his face. "I'm not gonna hurt you!" His loud voice made the others look over quickly, and make their way towards me. But before they could reach me, Nate put his hand up, stopping them. "I'm fine guys. She's just scared, okay? It was just a reflex."

Luckily, his words stopped the group, and they went back to conversing. "Ah fuck." He chuckled. "You've got a bony fist." Not acknowledging his last remark, I responded. "Why'd you put your hands on me?" He quickly lost the smile on his face. "I was gonna lead you over towards the corner, so you can sit down for a little bit." He answered. "You look sick."

"Oh..." I trailed off, feeling a little guilty for punching him. Slowly, I held out my hand for him to take. His large and calloused hand grabbed mine gently, and led me over to a cinder block that lie in the corner. We both sat down, and instantly, I felt some alleviation from the dizziness, and sighed in relief. "Feel better?" Nate questioned. "Yeah." I spoke, and for the first time since my presence here, I was able to sound a little confident.

Breathing heavily, I leaned back; resting up against the wall. I shut my eyes, and after a couple minutes, I was able to slow my heartbeat. After sometime, I began to get lost in my own thoughts. I pictured sitting on my bed again, the light from my large window pouring over my face. I saw Loren sitting on my floor, flipping through a couple of magazines, discussing whether or not she liked the clothing the models wore. I felt at peace with the world. I felt safe, and warm again. In my dream, I smiled, and began to fall back onto the mattress. But suddenly, I was jolted out of my dreams, and thrown back into my nightmare.

"Clarity! Clarity wake up!" Nate whispered loudly as he shook my upper body. Quickly, I sat up and held my head, trying to stop the dizziness from completely overtaking my vision. While I regained focus, I heard a loud voice, and some static. Everyone else in the group had turned their heads toward a speaker that was in the corner of the room.

"Welcome." spoke the metallic voice. The room fell silent, as all of us were trying to make out what the voice was saying.

"Congratulations! You've all been selected as the lucky contestants to compete in this special edition of everyone's favorite game: 'Funhouse!'" We all looked around at each other, confusing looks covering our faces. "What the hell are they talking about?" spoke one of the group members.

"So grab your friends, fear, and fight or flight instinct, because in just a few seconds, the doors will open!" spoke the static voice.

All of our eyes widened. "We could be free..." I thought to myself. I turned my head towards Nate, and we all sprinted towards the door and began banging on it.

The voice churned out a few final words, but over the clanging of the metal, none of us could hear them. "Now the game will begin in 5 seconds, but remember; It's not fun and games until someone gets hurt!"

There then was a loud clang, and suddenly; the door was open.  

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Helloooo!

Sorry it took me so long to get this part up! I may have been procrastinating a little bit... hehe, whoops!

Anyways as always I hope you enjoyed this part and if you have any recommendations, critiques or compliments I'd love to hear them!

-Abigail :)