forum V O T E / Psychological Thriller / Closed

Started June 26, 2018 by @WriteOutofTime

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(lol bum bum bum everyones actually alive. haha you thought.

… im sorry)

(Arrggggh I was rereading this I’m just going to put this here if any wants to rewind a little bit then continue)
The room of the dead. The room where all the bodies had been dumped and gathered. It had started with Odette. But that room… it had been emptied. Because the bodies had been moved to their previous rooms- the rooms where it all began.
John blinked his eyes wearily, sitting up. The same room he had first found himself in. He blinked again. “Is this- Is this some kind of reoccurring nightmare?” Memories- memories of what he’d done came back to him. I… I committed suicide. John blinked again, then shot out of the bed. He had gone back to that dark side of him -that crazy side. John opened the door to his room. “Guys! Is anyone still here?!? Hey!” John called, in a small panic. They can’t be dead, gosh no. This is so bad.

Xander woke up suddenly and with a big start. Where was he? It was familiar- the faint glow on the wall, the door cracked slightly open, the feeling of the hard mattress. A few memories flooded back to him. The last thing he remembered was hitting the floor after having his carotid artery severed. Enzo had been standing over him, angry and vengeful because he had played a hand in a child’s death.
He got up and ran to the door, flinging it wide open.
“Is… is anyone here?” he shouted.

“Hello?!” John called, rushing down the hall, “Xander, is that you?” John’s pulse increased, his breath short. He’s probably thinks I’m crazy, gosh, oh gosh… John looked down the hall, “I’m over here!”

"John…?" Xander called back, not thinking of his final moments or the things he said. There was another human here, and he was terrified and needed someone at his side.
He carefully crept into the hallway and followed John's voice.

John spotted Xander, and just stopped. His breath was just cut off, he felt like he was being swallowed whole by himself. Then a little something cracked inside him, and his age of nineteen really shown when he started to cry, “I’m- I’m- Gosh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” His hands were shaking -his entire body was shaking- as he stared at Xander.

"N-no… don't cry! Then I'll-" Xander started sobbing. He lunged forwards and hugged John, partially because he needed someone to hold, and partially to see if this was all real, or if John was just an illusion.
"I'm sorry about the things I said and the things I did… We have to find a way out this time. No more killing each other."

John tightened the embrace around Xander, “Gosh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Did you read my note? Gosh, I’m so sorry Xander,” He rambled through his tears. I had gone crazy, gosh… “I don’t want to kill anyone, Xander, I don’t want to-“ John was cut off by his own sob.

Lexi groaned as she woke up to the sound of sobbing. What the heck, is this supoose to be heaven? She wondered as she got up and openned the door.

Xander was just quiet. John didn’t know. John didn’t need to know what he did. He was crying too hard to function, and his fingers were tightened around the fabric towards the bottom of John’s shirt in frustration.
“W-why the hell are we back here?” he asked on a shaky breath, “You know… I died too, if you haven’t gathered that yet…”

John looked through teary eyes as the closest door opened. Then he started sobbing continuously, unable to form words anymore. I wanted to kill that little girl. I’m a monster. “I- I don’t— I don’t want to be back. I- I don’t want to be alive like this.” John’s whole body shook as he cried harder.

“Me neither…” Xander managed, desperately trying to control his breathing and stop crying.

Lexi was very very very very very very confused. "Are you..ok?" She asked softly, not understanding what was happening. "Is this heaven?"

John tensed as he sobbed out, “We’re back, gosh we’re back in this living chaos,” He coudn’t meet Lexi’s eyes, “Gosh, I’m so sorry, Lixi, gosh,” He shook, clamping his eyes shut as if that hid him from the world.

“If this is heaven…” Xander muttered, “I’d sure hate to see hell. Um, are we back in the house? Are things going to be different this time?”
He slowly started to collect himself, but then dissolved into sobs again.

Lixi went over to hug the two men, not sure why they were crying. "It's ok…. it's not your fault." She said, not sure how to comfort them.

“But it is…” Xander whispered, “Do you… do you even know what I did?”

Lixi nodded her head, "Yes, but I don't mind, you did what you needed to do, you were scared… but that's ok, I forgive you." She whispered as she hugged Xander tighter.