Ending The Game

jigsaw puzzles

Recap:

Who is this?

We're the ones that will save Westbrooke from sinners.

What kind of sick joke is this?

Good luck, Sarah. You'll be needing it. 

Sarah's P.O.V

Pacing my living room until I have a panic attack seems to be on the agenda today. 

I mean we love getting creepy messages from a private number once we just found a girl in our town found hanging from her ceiling fan. A month later than when she died, I may add. 

Westbrooke is scary now. The people of Westbrooke are scary now.  The people of Westbrooke are scared now. We are all sitting ducks at the same time we are cheetahs running full speed at gazelles. We're all confused ducks and cheetahs. We don't know which to pick. 

We don't know what to do anymore.

Well, I guess I'm not getting any answers from pacing. And from the sound of it, I won't get much from asking these people either. 

Oh well. 

Beep. Beep.

"God damn it," I cursed quietly. "Can't a girl who is scared out of her ever-living mind just sit down, take a breath, get prescribed some Lexapro online, and go to sleep? No? Oh, my bad. Sorry."

Do you like games, Sarah?

Do you like Jigsaw, whatever your names are?

I shouldn't be playing with fire right now, but you know. It's almost too fun to resist. Am I an arsonist? To be continued on that matter. 

Beep. Beep.

Ew, you again. 

The last girl who played with fire was Sophia. Make of that what you will. 

Was that a threat?

I turned my phone off to pretend like I wasn't waiting for that text back, but you know I was anxiously waiting, bouncing my knee, right on the edge of my seat.

Beep. Beep.

Yes. Of course. Do you like puzzles?

 Do I like puzzles who are these people, my preschool teachers?

Yes, I like puzzles, but I'm thinking you don't mean jigsaw puzzles. 

Beep. Beep.

Smart girl. Sophia wasn't as smart.

Well, I mean she is dead, so that's fair.

This is stupid, oh my God. This is so, so, so, stupid. I can't block the number because there is no number to block.

"Dad! Can I get my number changed?"

My dad comes out of his room.

"Why would you want your number changed, sweetheart?"

How do I explain this to him? How will I tell him?

Beep. Beep.

Don't think about changing your number, we'll get it. Don't tell anyone about us. We will go after all of you. That's one of the rules. Break the rules, you end up like Sophia.

I turned my phone off and looked up at my dad.

Beep. Beep.

"You know it's nothing my friends were just being mean, I'll just block them." His face showed concern.

"You sure, honey?" I faked a smile. For my dad. I was doing this for him.

"Yeah, dad. I love you." My dad smiled.

"I love you too, sweetheart. I'm going out tonight with some guy friends to play some pool. No boys over, alright? But you can invite Emily, or whatever her name is."

"Erica."

"Yeah, her. If you need me you have my number. Make sure you answer those texts."

He then smiled and walked out the door. I jumped off the couch and made sure he locked the door on the way out. I opened the first text.

Six feet under.

Then the second.

You wouldn't be pretty covered in dirt, maybe ash suits you better.

Beep. Beep.

I almost dropped my phone when I got a new message.

Glad to see you made the right choice. Wouldn't want anything to happen to happen to daddy dearest tonight. Now go to bed, we have things to do bright and early tomorrow.

Okay, folks. We're dying sooner than we hoped. See you soon Sophia. Then I turned off all of the house lights, walked down the hallway to my room, then got in bed and turned off my lamp next to my bed.

"Sweet freaking dreams."

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Hey guys! Lexi here. Sorry, I haven't posted in a while but here you go. I'll try to post a little more in this glorious five day weekend I have. What are you thinking of so far of The Game?

Your not-dead author,

-Lexi