My Life as a Sim

Chapter 14

Today is Monday, so Isaac and Georgia went to school. The idiots didn't take me with them, so I've been stuck in Georgia's room all day (their mom works from home, so if she sees me, I'm screwed). I am beyond mad that this whole 'school' thing is taking so freaking long! In sims, you just fast forward and poof! School's over. Yeah, it's not like that here.

I check the neon pink clock in Georgia's room: it's 12 o'clock, and they're supposed to get out at 2. I stand up and throw my hands up and down in frustration, until I remember that this isn't sims and that won't do me any good. Instead, I sneak quietly into Isaac's room.

His room is no cleaner than it was the other day, and there are now several cans of something that say 'Coca Cola' in cursive handwriting. I pick up one of the empty cans and smell it, but it smells too much like sugar for my taste, so I put it down. I continue to wander around the dark room, looking for something interesting to do. My eye catches something lying on his desk. I open his laptop.

And it asks for a password. You know, in sims this doesn't happen. I can just walk into my mom's room, my friend's room and I can get onto their computer. I mean, what is Isaac hiding? Or maybe he's just paranoid. That's more freaking likely. Now what? I stare at the bright screen for a while, considering my options. What would a sad, teen-aged boy make his password?

I typed in "call-of-duty", hoping he would have a simple, boyish password. No such luck. Frustrated, I stand up and walk around some more. Bad idea - remind me never to stand up so quickly again... blood rushing to my head is not a nice feeling...

My eyes spot a pile of computer games lying on the floor. Me being my curious self, bends down to have a look. Call of Duty, Grand Theft Auto, Assassins Creed... and The Sims 3. My blood suddenly runs cold. He has a game of my world? My hands shake slightly.

This can't be happening! NO!

The door suddenly opens and I drop the game. I released a breath I hadn't realised I had been holding. My eyes meet Isaacs'. His eyes look happy and relaxed in contrast to my panicked, scared ones. I feel like a deer in headlights being caught in his room. His eyes drift to the floor, where the Sims game lay. His eyes widen in horror.

"Amanda... this is not what you think..." he speaks softly, almost carefully, waiting for me to snap. I stand up, looking him now straight in the eye.

"Oh please, do enlighten me!" the words feel harsh coming out of my mouth.

He stands frozen in front of me, not knowing what to say.

"Okay so yeah, it is what it looks like. That is what you think it is. I'm sorry." he rubs his hands over his face.

Folding my arms in disbelief, I shake my head. "Sorry for what? Are you, or are you not the horrible One From Above who tortures my family and friends? Isaac! Tell me what's going on!"

Hot tears prickle my eyes, but I refuse to wipe them away.

Isaac hangs his head in shame, yet still looks my in the eyes. "That's not how it was! I created you Amanda. I'd never physically torture you. Your life may seem horrible back in sims, but I had nothing to do with that. I did not create the game,"

The shame leaves his eyes and is replaced with a warmth that only a fire can produce.

I can't think of a single freaking thing to say. What would you say to the person who created you and had full power over your actions? My vision goes blurry and I can hardly see a thing.

"So why am I here with you now? Out of sims." My voice cracks, and I feel the tears down my cheeks. Isaac's face shows complete sadness, as if I've taken away something he loved.

He takes a deep breath, "Amanda, have you ever seen me with friends? Georgia doesn't count."

He doesn't give me a chance to reply, and carries straight on. His face scrunches up, hurt clearly seen. "No. That's because I don't have any friends. All I ever do is stay in my room and play computer games and read books. I don't have a life." He won't even look at me now. His shoulders droop low, almost in shame.

Isaac begins to pace around his room with his hands in his hair, ruffling with such force it's painful to watch. I stand still, like a rag doll, not sure what to do or say.

He stops in front of me, "Amanda, I'm a sad and lonely boy with an imagination I can't control. There are monsters that live inside my head." He takes a deep breath and then whispers with such pain that I can almost feel it in my bones. "Monsters."

He pauses suddenly, seeming much younger than before. His face is filled with the innocence of a child. "I'm not normal." he whispers.

I wipe my tears away, and look him dead in the eyes. "That's not true Isaac. I'm your friend. And...and I think that you're the only sane person out here!"

A laugh escapes Isaac's lips. "That's because I make you think that Amanda! I still control you. I imagined you into my world to give me company. To make myself believe that I'm not alone. You're not real."

Confusion fills my head. Isaac stares at me with a small, sad smile on his lips. "Everything you think, say or do - I control. Even now, Amanda."

But how? That can't be possible! It can't be freaking possible. He has to be making this up! My whole world is real, I'm real I know it! I think therefore I am, I think therefore I am, I think therefore I am. He has to be lying!

Right!?

I turn on my heels and run for the door. But before I can reach it, I hear Isaac's sad-pained-hurt-angry-lonely-afraid-monstrous voice. "I have created you Amanda. And by that logic, I can also just as easily destroy you."

And I am gone.

Author's note (from lovelipsx and exotic_socks):

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