Sweetheart…please…don’t go…wake up
Wake up
Wake up!
My eyes open wide, my chest going up and down from its place. I feel my sweat going down from my face in these dark place, with enough bare light to see silhouettes around me, four in total. I can feel their gaze towards me in curiosity as one voice in my left speaks.
-Are you okay?- a female voice asks in Simpathy-You were asleep for…
-half an hour with two seconds- says another voice, this one comes from my right side, but I felt it came in front of me-some men came to try and wake you up with no use, we thought you were dead.
I groan still no word coming out of my mouth as I take my hands to my face…well…try to, I can’t move my arms as if im tied to something, seems like something round and big, like a greek column.
-I..I can’t move- I say moving my head in panic- please let me go.
-we would if we could move, but we’re stuck- this voice doesn’t come from the front, comes from my right- we can’t walk nor sit, just to stay still like statues in a museum, made for entertainment.
This people seem to say the truth…at least this guy that talked, his voice seems full of poetical honesty, tho I cannot understand why he talks like that, maybe he’s a poet.
-Oh not again! I will not again hear you talk all “mystical”-a guy shouts irritated, this one seems to be in the front and sounds quite American-Don’t act so cool just because you’re a poet Jason! Not cool, man.
The girls chuckle as the two boys (Jason and the American) seem to start discussing over if poetry makes you cooler or not. I cannot concentrate on their discussion because my mind stops being in a blackout and remembers little drops of how I may had come here. It was night, I had my team uniform of baseball, I remember we won ¿Was it a Championship or a friendly match? I don’t remember that quite well. My bat…I was missing my bat. I went to the Locker room to search for it, it was laying on a bench, it had been scratched ¿Did a cat enterd and scratched all over it? I analyzed my bat and walk past the mirrors, were I saw a silhouette passing through it before everything went black.
-Hey…-the girl in my front right called to me, as the other two stop fighting-do you have an idea or recall why we’re here? I do not even know anyone here and not anyone remembers how they got here.
I was about to talk but the we see a light accompanied by the sound of a door opening, followed by steps, boot steps coming this way. The lights illuminate the room and all of us. Just as I felt, we were all tied up to columns in an uneven circle, it was so contrasting how we all were different. The girl on my left was tall, like a model. Her skin was black and her facial expresions were soft, like a child wearing Prada and Gucci. The other girl? The one who last talked before we saw eachother was blonde and white, I dare to say European, her clothes contrasted with the black girl, not that they were rags, but they were more office formal than modeling formal, she looked young but using those clothes seems like she wanted to be seen as older.
The steps stop in front of us, they were a dozen and used masks of different tones, colors and shapes. They were armed, guns and knifes in their hands and ready to attack in any moment. One of them steps out of the group, his mask was venecian, it was gold with black dots, it seemed to be glued to a three-cornered hat, his mask was the most unique one from all of them, even his arms were different from the rest, it was a machine gun and a katana, a really old Katana that seemed to have a handle that may break anytime soon.
-Seems you all woke up-the masked guy speaked with a tone of mockery-may I say you all look…disgusting, using all those unique clothes from one another, you all have nothing in common.
What is he saying? Is he nuts?
-You all may be asking what the hell you’re doing here-he takes his mask off and smiles- you are all here to die.
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