"There's a game that can grant you your wishes ...The most dangerous creation of any society is the man who has nothing to lose."
-Alice-
16-year-old Arisa has always been afraid of being different. After being betrayed and kicked from her school cl...
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"We invite you..." A gust of wind stole the card from my hand, making it fly upwards as it spun in the air. I couldn't make out the rest of the words but I stood entranced by the spinning, slowly becoming hypnotized.
"Why is the world spinning?" Rushing past me were the scenes that I once experienced and as they twirled together, they begin to take monstrous shapes and sprouted branches.
"No..." I whispered, "This couldn't possibly be the same dream that haunted my childhood..."
Claw-like branches formed a canopy over me as the wind howled into my ear and I woke up...Into the reality of a nightmare.
The dark green forest with a bottomless pitch black sky...It hides secret horrors of the forest.
"For these trees, their hollow trunks housed killers..."
Throwing myself on the ground, I frantically reached out for the tree roots but I stopped in my tracks, seeing who was hidden within them. A pale and skinny child me was peering anxiously behind them, curled up in a ball. Silent tears were running down her face as she... she was waiting for "them".
A horrifying realization overcame me. There was nowhere to hide! I was too big and tall to fit under the roots. I could no longer seek the safe refuge of them, hiding in fear as I watch how red masked murders stalk their prey, creeping behind travelers before slashing their necks.
"Once a child, here I stand a teenager about to face death." A choked cry for help forced itself up my throat... This was the end of the road.
It wasn't "if" no one would, no one could save me.
Steadily the uneasiness grew in my stomach and then the silence was shattered.
An ear-piercing scream that was always the start to the murdering fest. Blood curdled in my body, watching shadows pace slowly, wavering knives in precise sweeping movements, checking for hidden survivors. I screamed at myself to move but I was pinned in place, the shadows caressing my body as I awaited death, paralyzed and resigned to fate.
"I" suddenly stopped looking at the ground and met my eyes. Her big round eyes were glistening with tears until they fastened on me. Anxiously, she beckoned forward, pointing to a stone path. I have never ever seen this part of the dream...
A crooked gray stone path with overgrown moss on it. It looked more like a fairy-tale than a horror movie, the sunlight shining softly on the pathway as a black rabbit turned around and glanced at my direction for a few seconds before calmly hopping down the path.
