It's a game

Chapter 9

Ben's POV
They're losing their memories faster than I did. I don't know if that's good or bad thing. But at least their accepting this life quickly. I sigh and go to my room. I close my eyes and was about to fall asleep when someone knocks on the door. I sigh and get up. Nakhia was at the door. "Hey Ben can I talk to you?" She asks. I shrug and open the door wider, letting her in. We walk to my bed and sit down. "What is it?" I ask when we sit. "Why.... what happened that made you like this? A ruthless trainer who takes players in to teach them how to play. You're like one of the tutorial people in all the games. And nothing like the Ben who made me happy." She says. I roll my eyes. "Like I said. I'm not who you remember me as. Truth be told. I came in here with 6 other people. They were all strangers to me and I was the same to them. Two died within the first week. Mason committed suicide. Tyler was shot by a gang member. A month later 3 had died. "LJake committed suicide too. Ash died during a hiest. And Sean got in a wreck. Then the last person, Jess, she.... saved me. We were going on a small killing spree and got cornered by these guys. While fighting I hadn't noticed one had pulled out a gun. She. Well she did and took the bullet for me. I remember going into a haze. And when I came out they were all dead. Including Jess... So I'm not letting these guys have the stupidity I had. I want to make sure they're pros before I let them into the world. I care you know? So I need to be tough on them and myself." I explain. She pats my back. "I understand now. I'm sorry." She says. I nod. She pats my back. "We'll get out sis." She says and walks off. I smile. Sis. I miss that. Hm. Maybe... I have an idea.
The next day I go downstairs and see some of the guys there. They all have decided to get up as early as they can so they aren't last. I look at them as if they're crazy. "Didn't you get the memo?" I ask. They shake their heads. "It's a free day! Go to sleep! When you wake up there will be a huge buffet ready when you wake up again." I cheer. They walk off and I get cooking.
Slowly the guys come down as I finish. "What's the special occasion?" Wildcat asks after a bit of silent eating. I smile. "Today is my birthday! So I'm acting like old me for the day!" I say in my annoying Baka voice. The girls cheer. They knew it wasn't my birthday. Or maybe it was. I actually don't know. I just know it's in April, this month. We all talk and laugh and it was fun. The most fun I've had in years. After lunch I tell everyone to get dressed in something nice and that we're going to the park to chill and have fun. I hand Evan, the only person I trust with my cars, the keys to the jeep and get in a truck with my two friends, Moo, Terrorizer, Wildcat, Mini, and Cartoonz.  We get to the park and chill, have fun, talk, laugh. It was the first time I acted like... myself. Right now I'm playing tag with Moo and the girls. Moo runs to tag me but trips on a root, falling onto me. I groan and he stands up immediately. "Ben I am sooooo sorry!" Moo shouts. I rub my nose and see it's bleeding. "Eh don't worry. Nothing fatal." I say. Suddenly my head starts hurting. I let out a blood curdling scream. The guys stare wide eyed. "Moo what did you do?!" Vanoss asks and runs over to me, pulling me to his chest. I scream again. "It's! NOT HIM!" I scream and put my head on Evan's chest. I scream into his shirt. "What is it than?!" Evan asks worriedly. "I! DON'T! Knoooow!" I yell and start whining and struggle in his arms. He sets me down and feels my head. "You're burning up!" He says. I scream again. This pain! It felt like my brain was exploding over and over again! My body was ripping to shreads! Things then go black and I don't feel any pain.
"So this is Ben?" A woman asks. "Yes. No one knows she's alive. She was pronounced dead some time in July." A man says. "Why?" The woman asks. "Too many news reporters were coming into the hospital. Many people claimed to be her birth parents but none of them were. So we decided to fake her death. Legally of course with special permission of the law force. She doesn't have a death certificate." The man explains. "Makes sense. What made her go into the coma?" The woman asks. "A miniature heart attack." The man says. "Just like the other victims. I knew it. This is kind of like death note but it puts people in comas." The woman mutters. "Yeah... it's strange... and the people chosen is also odd." The man says. "How so?" The woman asks. "All had one connection. Gaming. They all loved gaming. Some knew each other. Some were complete strangers to all the others. But they're all gamers in some way. I mean this girl may have just owned a bakery. But. She gamed daily after work and sponcered alot of YouTube gamers who were trying to start up. That's why she's so famous. Because of her sponsering." The man explains. "Hm... odd. I'll look into alot of this. We'll find out what's happening..." The lady says.
I wake up on my bed with a cold clothe on my head. I groan. "She's waking up." I hear Evan whisper. I open my eyes and squint. I see Evan's blurry face. But I was also still hearing beeping from a monitor. Finally the beeping stops and my vision clears. "Hey. Are you okay?" Evan asks and helps me slowly sit up. I rub my head. "I... I think... I went to the real world...." I mutter. He looks at me as if I were crazy. "Maybe you're still sick. Lay back down." He says. "No. Actually. Everything was dark but. I heard beeping. Like a monitor and people were talking about me. Saying they pronounced me dead but that I was actually in a private ward. Which would describe me still being here when my thing says I'm dead. Then they were talking about "the other victims" and how they were all gamers. You're a gamer aren't you? And all of your friends right?" I ask. He stays silent. "Y-yeah." He finally mutters. "Someone on the outside is trying to help us Evan! We might actually get out!" I cheer. He stays silent. "What... what's wrong?" I ask. "What if... what if this is just the game master messing with you? Like you said he can alter dreams and memories and even our health. What if he made that dream up to make you hopeful?" He asks. I blink. He's right. He's completely right. I frown. "Oh. Yeah..." I mutter.