Russian Roulette

Chapter 1:

So here we are me: a 16 year old girl walking the streets. There's this strange looking man who had been following me since my previous street, maybe he is walking this way. Maybe he's not.

I start skipping my way to the shops so I would go a bit faster so the man couldn't catch up. It was me who couldn't catch up, he latched onto my bag and pulled me into an alley. I went to scream for help but his lips were already touching mine to shut me up.

I can't really remember much from them but I woke up in this strange place, I think it was an abandoned Wearhouse that had been around for a couple of decades. I just wanted to laugh at what they done to the place, it looked like Ronald McDonald threw up their just red and yellow or was that just my vision.

I saw guns and bullets, the guns were revolvers which are the best used guns for Russian Roulette. The guy again looked at me and said "come here sweetie, come and play with us". I was so confused so I said "play what?". He laughed as if I said a joke and then I realized it was Russian Roulette, I had no choice but to play the game.

It was my time to die. I was first I spun the cylinder chamber and pulled the trigger. I survived, next was the guy who got me here, he spun the cylinder and shot. BANG! He was dead. I shook. I yelled " LET ME OUT OF HERE". The other men laughed and made me go next instead of them. Once again I spun the cylinder and shot. I was still alive.

The three men screamed and dragged me out of the Wearhouse, but before they left I said to them "Russian Roulette is a joke to me". I didn't see the guys since that incident. I ran as fast as I can to try and find my way home.

A few weeks later on the news was the guy who died in Russian Roulette, my parents were mortified at the news and under my breath I muttered "deserves him right", my mum looked at me in shock. She heard what I said and then I explained how he kidnapped me and "tried to make me play it with his gang".

Another dream. Mum, dad, anyone, please help me I'm dying the bullet is in my brain, the pain is so bad. STOP IT, YOUR DREAMING. My mind likes to say to me all the time when I'm sleeping.

I wake up, crying my eyes out for the 15th time in a row. I get up and ready for school. When I'm there I just hear the people talking about the "Russian Roulette suicide". I couldn't even tell my close friends or my parents that I was playing and I survived both times I pulled the trigger.

But there was this one boy, a grade ahead of me, he knew everything, and how? He was a younger brother of one of the three men who didn't play and his brother told him everything. He walked past me and whispered in my year "Miss Russian Roulette". I felt tears run down my face. A few mins later my friends were asking me if everything was ok and if I heard about the Russian Roulette suicide. I couldn't take any more of hearing it so I said. I've heard it so many times it feels like the person is killing me.

Once again people had a talk about it during first period with our teacher and then I saw the boy raised his hand and said "I heard there was also a girl playing but she escaped". I froze as he just stared at me, I tried to brush it off but I would not leave my mind.

So I had to do what I had to do.