Panic Room

I'm sorry

  It was just 3 of us left. Anthony's not himself anymore. It worries me for what's coming. The alarms went off and we got sent into our rooms. My room was white again. Everyone screaming at me like I'm a failure. The loneliness stinking into my body. I crumbled down and cried. Janelles room was even more bloodier. The body's got more gruesome. And there was a guy removing someone's head. Anthony's room was many hallucinations. People running around him and voices in his head.
  The alarm went off and everyone got sent back into the hallways. Me and Janelle looked at Anthony. I knew he wouldn't last much longer. We got sent back into our rooms. I craved my name into the list of people who have done the same. I dropped the knife and looked at the guards coming to my room. They didn't say anything, they just grabbed my arm and dragged me into a room with a chair. I was confused but didn't ask much. They gave me a shot that stung really badly. I screamed and rocked in my chair. "It's going to hurt worse if you keep moving." A voice said. I couldn't see him. Where was he? The figure stepped out of the shadows. It was the masked man Janelle has been talking about. What did he want? I don't have anything he wants. He stool in front of me looking down. Rubbing his hands in my cheeks. "You poor soul. You look tired, and you look like your in pain." He proceeded to run his hand down my cheek and looking at my face. "You have pretty eyes. Might come in handy for my collection. Unless you survive." I gulped as he stared at me in the eyes. His mask wasn't just any mask like in the movies. Ya know the white mask? It was a child's face. I don't know who. I didn't want to know who. He looked at the guards. "Do you think she's ready?" He questioned. The guards nodded at him. "Well have fun then princess. Take her away." I screamed at him. "WHERE AM I GOING!! PLEASE NO!! TELL ME WHERE IM GOING!" I cried. The guards got me up and dragged me into a room that was all right. Was I the insane one that had to be separated? Am I in the escape room? What is happening. I looked over and saw Anthony. I looked around confused. I turned around at the guard. "What is this?" — "You know what this is. Don't be stupid." I was still confused as he handed me a gun. "No please. I can't. I can't do that." He slashed me with a baton. "You will follow the rules of the masked man or you die right where you stand." I cried more. "I can't do that! He's my best friend." I dropped the gun and went on my knees. "He doesn't even know you anymore. So stop your crying and do your deed." I picked up the gun and got back to my feet. I was crying so much. I already lost Jose, I lost Aubrey, I lost Gurleen, I lost so many people and now Anthony. And I was the one who had to kill him. I looked over at Anthony. He was talking to himself smiling in a creepy way. His pupils were so small and he was rocking back for forth. He hadn't gotten sleep at all. The bags under his eyes were purple. His hair was crazy and his gown had blood lots of blood on it. His knuckles where at the bone from punching things. He was mentally and physically insane. "Anthony...?" I said hoping some of him was still left in him. He tilted his head creepily at me. I couldn't do this. I might as well die. I couldn't kill him, I couldn't kill anyone. His empathy was gone. His emotions were gone. Everything was gone. I hoped deep down there still was a-bit left of him. I aimed the gun at him. "I'm sorry." I said through my sobs. "It's okay." He said as a tear rolled down his cheek. At that moment I knew there was some of him still left. I pulled the trigger and shot him. I dropped the gun and fell to my knees crying. I just killed a person that meant so much to me. What is wrong with me. The deed was done. Anthony was sitting there with a bullet through his head dead. I got dragged away by the guards and back into the room with the masked man, tied down. He came out of the shadows again. "Awe Jada... look what you did." He said running his hands down my cheeks again. I trembled in shock. "I-I didn't mean to!" I said as the tears kept coming down. "You just killed one of your best friends." He said smiling at me. "N-n-no. I didn't. I didn't. I DIDN'T!" I said shivering. I didn't want to believe it. He was sick. He was sick. He was sick. He was sick. I said to myself shaking my head. "But you did! Your a horrible person!" He took up and smacked me. "He was sick! He was dying! He was going insan-" He shushed me. "No. Your going insane." I was? Was I really? No. I couldn't. Janelle needed me. Snap out of it Jada. Snap out of it! "Why would you make me kill him.. why." I said in a low voice through my cries. "Because you were his best friend and he was yours." He backed back into the shadows. "Take her away." I broke down. I couldn't handle this.