Did You THink
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❝So I wanna see you crash and burn
And criticize your every word
I'm trying to keep you from goin' insane
Ain't that the way of this whole damn thing?❞
Who knows how long you've been living here. Who cares? All you need to know is your secret.
Think about it now. What is it? Your deepest, darkest secret. This town is full of them. You have one of them. And this game is based off of them.
When it started, you were living your life. Sitting down on your couch, avoiding housework. Taking care of your kids. In school. But then it changed when your phone rang off with an alert. Only yours. Yours, and the other selected few. It was a warning about a kidnapping in your area. A man in a black hood and a strange mask had taken a young, twelve year old girl. However not everyone around you got this warning. To you, it might have seemed it was just you who had gotten it. It almost scared you, but of course you wrote it off or forgot about it later. But you'd soon remember that warning with remorse.
It came everyday, at the same time. Noon seemed to be the witching hour. It came, and it never left. You could have turned off your notifications, but it was still there. If you were crazy enough, you could have switched your phone for a new one. But they would still come. You'd trade phones with your friends, anything you could do to get rid of it. But it was still coming. And then, one day, the wallpaper on your phone changed. It said, "I know your secret." If the notifications themselves weren't enough to scare, this surely made you shiver. And then you got a text.
Your deepest, darkest secret was written in that text.
You'd either reply, or the trauma would get to you and you'd destroy your phone. Whatever you did, the secret still managed to come over, and over, and over again. How did someone figure it out? You don't know. You never told anyone this. So how could anyone possibly be able to know your secret. And then you had been given a letter. It was written to you, and was addressed from your supposed little brother. The first part of the message would be about how your parents had one other child. They gave up this child because of some abnormalities of this kid, those abnormalities being things like cannibalism, telekinesis, and other nonsense that could either be believable or absolutely ridiculous. Either way, you decided to write back to your little brother. You wrote to each other a few times, and then he invited you to a party he was throwing, and said there would be a game in this party that you'd enjoy. Made up entirely by him. Given your circumstance with your phone and the secret, you were a bit hesitant to go, not to mention this kid seemed absolutely ridiculous. But no matter what your reason told you, you ended up going to his party.
When you got there, there were twenty-nine other people. Everyone there said they were looking for their "little brother", and so were you. Eventually, this kid came out. He was short, around thirteen to fourteen years of age. He called himself "Little brother" and didn't actually give his name. The amount of questions you had for him was silenced when he announced the game for everyone. He gave everyone a cup of their favorite drink, something he learned about you from the letters you and him had been passing to each other. Once you were done with your drink and finally had time to talk to him, you were feeling dizzy. It was like you were drunk but you weren't. You knew you weren't. You were still conscious of yourself and your actions, but you weren't really. Your body didn't do what you told it to. And then, fifthteen people in the party had been given a knife. Including you. No matter what you did, you would not let go of the knife. You had no clue why it was in your hand. Or why your hand wouldn't let it go. At one point, you were freaking about the knife so much you didn't realize you had walked up behind someone. And almost as if you knew what was to happen next, you panicked. Your arm moved as you stabbed that one person. It was one of the people who had not been given a knife.
You looked around as other people in the party who were given knives also stabbed someone. It was either a slow, tragic death for the person who had been stabbed, or it was quick. You began to count down how many people were in the party.
Twenty-eight... seventeen... fifthteen.
By the time it was over, you whipped around to notice the hand in "Little brother's" hand. Recording. It was pointed right at you before he stopped it, and slipped the phone in his pocket. You were about ready to go over and stab him yourself before you toppled over and lost consciousness. When you woke up again, you were not in the same place you had been in before. You were in a box like thing. And it was cold. Freezing even. You shivered. You were like meat in a freezer. And it was dark in there too. The only reason you knew it was a box was because the corners of it seemed to glow a dim color. Your arms were tied up, hanging you. Your feet were pressed against a cold, slippery ground.
You fell asleep again quickly after.
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