Only a Game

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
We all have an imagination, somehow mine came up with this interesting, twisted story about a young girl who invests her interest to a girl named Allison. Soon enough, she is wishing she would have never decided to speak to her.

Submitted: May 23, 2010

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Allison never got out much. The only time you would see her was in passing. She was young, and beautiful, but not what you would expect of a teenage girl. She was always quiet in class and she never talked to anyone. Allison would walk in the hallways like she was programmed, each step mechanical, each motion memorized.
Her face was stunning. She had piercing blue eyes, a pale flawless face, and beautiful curls that fell down on her shoulders. Despite her beauty, when you would look at her, all anyone could see was a blank expression, revealing nothing about who she was. The worst part was that no one ever bothered to find out either…except for me.
It wasn’t hard to get Allison to like me. At first she ignored me when I tried to talk to her, she would stare at me with a confused, hopeless visage, like me talking to her was some kind of sick joke. But I persisted in my efforts and finally I gained her trust. And once she started to trust me, the rest was easy. She started pouring out her secrets, her lies, and her explanations for why she acted like some kind of weird robot. I still am not sure why I was so intrigued with Allison, or why I pretended to like her for so long. In the beginning this was all just a game to me, to play detective. But then things started getting weird.
She started taking my stuff, hiding it from me. And she would follow me home. That was just the start, and then Allison went too far. One day I came home from school, but my mom wasn’t there. My mom was always there. I thought maybe she just went out to the store or something. But the hours went on, and still no mom. I yelled and screamed for her, but no one answer. All I could think of was my mom, and where she was. I knew it had to be Allison; there was no one else that would do this to me. I could hear a small whisper, as if someone needed my help. I searched and searched I heard the voice, but why couldn’t I find her? I called Allison to get to the bottom of things, but she didn’t answer. Out of options I cried myself to sleep.
The next morning I went downstairs, Allison was there…with my mom? They both sat there like robots, expressionless, sharp quick movements.
“WHAT DID YOU DO ALLISON?!”
I yelled at her. She looked at me with her perfect face and just smiled. Not a real smile, it had no feeling behind it, it was just as if she was commanded to do so. They both seemed to disappear with the tears streaming out down my face. I stormed out of the house, with feelings of relief that my mother was safe, but I was utterly confused as to why she was acting like that freak Allison. I knew I should have never talked to her.
The day went on and all I did was walk, I didn’t stop until my feet wanted to. They somehow landed me at Allison’s house. I looked up and cried, why was Allison trying to ruin my life? Why had she taken my mom from me and turned her into some kind of robot weirdo? I was boiling over; I pounded on Allison’s door and screamed at her to let me in. Finally she opened the door, looking confused and scared. Luckily she opened it just enough for me to reach for her pretty little head. I pulled her down to the ground and hit her,
“Allison why are you obsessed with me, you are a pathetic freak. Are you trying to steal my life?”
When all she did was whimpered the words “I don’t know what you are talking about”,
I hit her again, and again. Silence. My eyes were on fire with rage. My heart was beating so fast it felt as if it was going to escape from my chest.
“Allison?”
I asked, no response. I looked down to see a bloody mess of body beneath me. And at that, I had a brief moment of clarity. Memories flooded through my eyes. Had Allison taken my things? My doctor said this might happen; my reality had been twisted to a sick dream. And now Allison was dead. I glanced back down at her body, and ran. I ran until I couldn’t anymore. I stopped running, breathing hard. My thoughts were gone, the only sounds I heard were those of my own hard steady breath and sirens but I didn’t care. My sense of clarity left me right after I left Allison. I had made my choice. There was nothing I could do now, except sit and wait.


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