Let's Play

The player

I wake up next morning to find my ceiling no longer wooden but white. I realize I am supported with oxygen and pull it off me almost immediately my body jumps automatically by the unfamiliar room but I realize I can't move, my legs are chained to the foot of the bed "Cill" Is my first thought. But I am wrong. The room is arranged in a manner to make it look like a hospital. It contains nothing but a dustbin at the corner of the room full of used syringes, and an iron door sealing me from the outside world. An iron door? I ask myself. And before I am distracted by any further thoughts, I know I am in a mental institution.

"No! No! What now? What did I do?" I ask myself struggling to set my chained legs free a plastic band locks my hand and I see "114" Written onto it cursively. "I am in the first floor" That's all I know. I don't know what will happen to me and if, that information is even useful but I need to find my way back that's all I know. Maybe if I explain them, they will let me go. But, explain what?

"Abraham!!!" I scream through gritted teeth. "I am sorry I will be your friend please help!" I say helplessly unable to remove the iron ring despite having a skinny foot.

"No" I wail kicking my legs madly to set myself free. "This is illegal! Let me out now!!" I demand to the walls that stay stiff and cold.

"I can help you" a voice at the end of the room makes me jump to the corner of the bed. "But you have to believe me" She says and I stare at her black hair, her eyes stare back at me just the same way I do. She is dressed on a black hood her hair escaping the corners of her cap. She sounds familiar. She is me! I gawk at her not believing my eyes.

"What happened to me?" I ask myself moving further away from her.

"You remember me?" She asks kindly, smiling. The hair at the back of my neck stands, tears trickle down my face uncontrollably the inside of me dries, making it hard for me to exhale. My scream doesn't escape my mouth it remains stuck to my throat as I gawk at her, afraid she might get close.

"I am Arlene, remember me?"

"Help! Help!" I scream but I know I am not loud enough my heart races so fast that I fear it might stop beating.

"I don't mean to fear you but if you listen to me I promise I can get you out of here"

"Stay away!" I scream, my mind going dizzy, begging for more sleep but my heart too afraid for a blink "Abraham! Help! Help me! Please I beg you I will do anything please just help!!" I beg

"Listen to me! Shut up! If you don't want me coming close listen to me! Listen to me before they are back!"

"Abraham!!!" I yell louder my mind bursting by the effort to make myself heard. "Help!" I cry losing my energy and falling to the bed powerlessly again.

She rolls her eyes like I do and speaks motionlessly "You are in a mental institution if you scream you will be put to sleep again. Are you even listening to me? I said I am Arlene!"

"Abraham" I weep silently but then I realize she makes sense, I have talked to her back in Alivia's house. She dressed exactly the same way as she did now and her voice always sounded familiar if I begged Abraham and the rest of the world to believe Arlene was real I can't be a fool to think just like them now.

"So, you are me?" I talk to her for the first time.

"Yes" She replies, her voice only a whisper.

"But, but you were supposed to be with Zealot I mean, so they were right you have just been my hallucinations?"

"What happened to you was real I did meet Alivia but she never recognized I am Nancy"

"How can that be possible? I mean, I am you so, if I am here, how can you be here too?"