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    I knew he was going to take long in the restroom, so I took advantage of the opportunity and fled. I


    knew it was wrong but staying in the house with him was a bad idea, to begin with. I dashed back into


    the room, grabbed my stic bag, stick, and bolted out.


    “Taking Josh down?” I snorted. Brandon had a good probability of dropping dead at any given second


    but then what? Was I going to continue alone with the revenge? Those were the questions running in


    my head.


    Yes I was a coward, a stup*d coward. His first idea of moving to a small town and starting all over was


    not a bad idea.


    When I epted his offer, I waspletely out of my mind. I kept running after opening the door to my


    left. I couldn’t recall how we got in earlier, but I knew I was on the right track.


    I just recalled passing through one room before entering his master bedroom. I went through another


    door and was only met with arge empty white room without windows. A room that I did not recall us


    passing, I was definitely lost.


    I chose to go back the way I came. I retraced my steps, but when I opened the door, I entered another


    room, it was smaller in sizepared to the first one. It was surrounded by four doors.


    It was like my mind was ying games on me, I definitely was lost because I could not recall anything,


    nor was I in such a rush to notice.


    I was lost and I didn’t know which door to go through, so I guessed; I was running out of time. Brandon


    was going to find me soon. I went right and ended up in a long corridor. It appeared to be going


    somece, so I dashed through it, which led to two doors.


    Something wasn’t quite right in the stup*d house, so I paused to gather my breath. I chose the left door,


    which took me into another white room with four doors but no windows.


    It appeared like I was back at square one, but to be sure, I went through the same door as before, but


    instead of ending up in a corridor, I found myself in arger white room with no windows.


    I went back and chose the middle door, which led to a long flight of stairs. I dashed back and opened


    another door, which led to a ss-enclosed room.


    I began panicking. “Brandon?” I screamed out in the hopes that he would hear me, but everything was


    silent. As my anxiety held me, negative ideas began filling my mind.


    I had no idea whether to move forward or backward. I took a deep breath in and reminded myself to


    rx; there was no reason to be rmed.


    I chose the door with the stairwell because the stairs always went to a lower level and then to an exit. I


    virtually sprinted down the white stairwell. The stairs dashed along the entire length of a street. At first, I


    was counting but stopped when I became tired. It was then that I realized I made the wrong decision


    choosing the stairs.


    But I’d gone too far to turn back; I needed to finish the stairs; I was sweating, exhausted, and


    disoriented; tears were streaming down my cheeks like a little girl.


    After what felt like an eternity, I arrived at the top of thest step, but to my surprise, it was another


    white room with four doors and no windows. I began panicking as my heart began racing. I dropped my


    stic bag and stick.


    “Brandon, Brandon, Brandon, Brandon, Brandon, Brandon, Brandon, Brandon, Brandon!” I screamed,


    but all I heard was the echo of my voice. I started pounding on the walls and screaming his


    name.


    Why wasn’t heing for me? He should have realized I was missing? Maybe he died in the toilet, I


    reasoned, it was the only exnation why wasn’t looking for me. If that was the case, I’d be lost in


    F the silly house for the rest of my life.


    The thought made me even more panicked, and I proceeded to m my fists against the walls and cry


    his name, but to no avail.


    I was the most pitiful human being on the face of the earth, worthless and a fool. As I sank to the floor,


    defeated, and continued crying, I thought to myself, “What wrong did Imit in my past life?”


    My hands were swollen and bruised from banging on the walls and I was fatigued. I just sat there


    crying and pulled into the fetal position. I knew I would perish from starvation; a human can only survive


    for eight to twenty-one days without food, but only three to seven days without water.


    I had no choice except to conserve my energy and hope Brandon was looking for me and not dead.


    I’m not sure how or how long I slept off, but I did and was only jolted awake by a flushing noise. I slowly


    opened my eyes and raised my head, from the corner of my eyes the walls appeared to be shifting.


    I hurriedly rose to my feet, only to be surprised when the walls turned into a cinema screen. As the


    screen continued to flush, I looked around perplexed, to hear beautiful music and chatter.


    A video began ying on all four walls. I didn’t understand what was going on, but I watched the video.


    It appeared like there was a party going on until I heard a familiar voice: Josh, dressed up in a tuxedo


    and clutching Jessica as if his life depended on it.


    He was greeting the attendees of what appeared to be avish celebration. There were notable faces.


    present, ones I had grown up with and could name by name.


    Victor Nelson, his father, grabbed a microphone and started apuding his son for all of his


    aplishments, or should I say thefts.


    The crowd erupted in apuse as a new logo appeared on the room’s walls; thepany, my


    look around, all I saw was Josh’s smile.


    What exactly was going on? Why was I watching the video? Then it dawned on me: it was Brandon,


    stup*d Brandon. He had been watching me all along. That m*ronic sociopath on the verge of death. I


    screamed at the top of my lungs and flung one of my shoes at the screen.


    Then Josh’s voice drew my attention once more as he introduced thepany’s new name. It seemed


    like I was reliving the court case. “Gentex group ofpanies,” he dered, freezing my entire body.


    The crowd apuded as he turned to kiss Jessica passionately.


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    Was Brandon torturing me or was he friends with Josh? “Please G*d no,” I screamed. I dashed to the


    nearest door, which was locked. I dashed to the second, third, and fourth floors, but all of them were


    locked.


    “Brandon Please open the doors, Brandon!” I cried out as gigantic images of Josh and Jessica kissing.


    paused in front of me.


    “Please stop, you imed you were my friend, why are you doing this?” I sobbed.


    But there was no response; I was covered in mucus and tears, and I was unable to take in the sights in


    front of me that appeared to be circling me.


    I’m not sure whether I was hallucinating, but Jessica and Josh both turned around and startedughing


    at me.


    “No, no, no,” I closed my eyes and covered my ears, and knelt into a fetal position. My heart started


    racing, and I felt as if my entire body was clinging to it.


    I started to feel like I was suffocating, my chest was closing up on me making it difficult for me to


    breathe. I attempted to move but was too weak. Thest thing I remember seeing was absolute


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    darkness before Ipletely shut down.