Forgetting may be something you wish more than anything to do. The person you waited around for, sitting in your mind, taking shape to be the one you hoped they'd become. You find yourself thinking about them more often than you'd like, forming them a home to make themselves cozy in your mind. Eventually, you'll wish for them to disappear from your thoughts, only now they have an iron grip on your mind and they refuse to let go.
I woke up to find myself trapped in a dark room. Where was I? This certainly isn't my home. I stood from the ground and looked around, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. I was in some kind of shed. The floor, just as the walls, were made of some kind of dark, grained wood. There were a few tools hanging around. Before me stood a door far taller than I.
I pushed the doors open to find a small room with a wall full of screens. Varying people on each screen, trapped in a dark room of their own. Was this the master room, displaying all the hidden cameras throughout this building? How big was this place?
I searched the screens to find myself on it, but no such luck. What kind of a place was this? Perhaps some kind of twisted game?
As if right on cue, the lights flashed on in the room, causing me to shield my eyes from the blinding white. I looked to the screens and their rooms were also lit up.
"Hello," a voice boomed throughout the building. I saw many heads on the screen jerking up toward the ceiling, as if God himself was speaking to us. "You each have been selected by the 'Highest Skeetster' to compete for your own survival." What the hell was he talking about, what's a Skeetster?
"You will be released from your rooms. Once this has happened, you are thrown into a maze. Some of you may give up, others tackle some tough obstacles. Only one will make it to the end and claim your prize for freedom."
As soon as he finished speaking, the wall opened up behind me and lead me to a long and endless hallway, grey and dimly lit. The light from this hallway seemed to be coming from the floor, but upon looking at it, there wasn't even a sign of any lights lining the floor. Where was it coming from? Why did I care?
I thought it odd that there wasn't a twist, nor turn that even showed a sign for a maze. However, as I continued walking, before me was a solid wall, much like the ones surrounding me right now. What did this mean? Did I make it to the end?
I made it to the wall and looked to both my right and left. There was no sign of a way to continue going. Disappointed, I sat and leaned against the wall. What did this even mean? Was it somewhat unfair that the only way I could go was cut off? Or perhaps this was the center of the maze, the winner's circle. But wouldn't there be any kind of announcement to let me know?
I stood from the ground and started banging on the wall, perhaps someone could hear me. No such luck, not even a sign that anyone else was out there with me. I looked up to beg for another chance. I was about to turn back around when I saw that the wall before me didn't quite reach the ceiling. Was there a way for me to climb over? Would that be considered cheating? I didn't care at this point, I just wanted to get home.
Looking around, I found an indent in the wall that I was able to step on. I lifted myself and grabbed the ledge. It took all the strength I had in me, but I pulled myself up and over the ledge. Losing my grip, I toppled down to the other side, landing hard on my left arm.
I stood from the ground, rubbing my shoulder as I got up from the ground. I looked around and saw the room I was in was surrounded by a mass group of people. The looked at me in great confusion.
"You weren't supposed to make it this far," one of the guys in the croud said. I know this guy, Steve. He was my one of my friends in high school, many years ago. I looked around to the others. Some of the people I knew well while others were new faces. There was even a group of women with large assets with hardly anything covering themselves up.
"Where am I?" I asked.
"You are in Drake's mind, it's where you exist," explained a man with balding hair and a curly, red beard. "We are the ones that never leave his mind."
"So where was I then?" I asked.
"You were the one he's been trying to forget, the lover that never was. But no matter how many times this place pushes you back, you always find your way back here."
I woke up to find myself trapped in a dark room. Where was I? This certainly isn't my home. I stood from the ground and looked around, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. I was in some kind of shed. The floor, just as the walls, were made of some kind of dark, grained wood. There were a few tools hanging around. Before me stood a door far taller than I.
I pushed the doors open to find a small room with a wall full of screens. Varying people on each screen, trapped in a dark room of their own. Was this the master room, displaying all the hidden cameras throughout this building? How big was this place?
I searched the screens to find myself on it, but no such luck. What kind of a place was this? Perhaps some kind of twisted game?
As if right on cue, the lights flashed on in the room, causing me to shield my eyes from the blinding white. I looked to the screens and their rooms were also lit up.
"Hello," a voice boomed throughout the building. I saw many heads on the screen jerking up toward the ceiling, as if God himself was speaking to us. "You each have been selected by the 'Highest Skeetster' to compete for your own survival." What the hell was he talking about, what's a Skeetster?
"You will be released from your rooms. Once this has happened, you are thrown into a maze. Some of you may give up, others tackle some tough obstacles. Only one will make it to the end and claim your prize for freedom."
As soon as he finished speaking, the wall opened up behind me and lead me to a long and endless hallway, grey and dimly lit. The light from this hallway seemed to be coming from the floor, but upon looking at it, there wasn't even a sign of any lights lining the floor. Where was it coming from? Why did I care?
I thought it odd that there wasn't a twist, nor turn that even showed a sign for a maze. However, as I continued walking, before me was a solid wall, much like the ones surrounding me right now. What did this mean? Did I make it to the end?
I made it to the wall and looked to both my right and left. There was no sign of a way to continue going. Disappointed, I sat and leaned against the wall. What did this even mean? Was it somewhat unfair that the only way I could go was cut off? Or perhaps this was the center of the maze, the winner's circle. But wouldn't there be any kind of announcement to let me know?
I stood from the ground and started banging on the wall, perhaps someone could hear me. No such luck, not even a sign that anyone else was out there with me. I looked up to beg for another chance. I was about to turn back around when I saw that the wall before me didn't quite reach the ceiling. Was there a way for me to climb over? Would that be considered cheating? I didn't care at this point, I just wanted to get home.
Looking around, I found an indent in the wall that I was able to step on. I lifted myself and grabbed the ledge. It took all the strength I had in me, but I pulled myself up and over the ledge. Losing my grip, I toppled down to the other side, landing hard on my left arm.
I stood from the ground, rubbing my shoulder as I got up from the ground. I looked around and saw the room I was in was surrounded by a mass group of people. The looked at me in great confusion.
"You weren't supposed to make it this far," one of the guys in the croud said. I know this guy, Steve. He was my one of my friends in high school, many years ago. I looked around to the others. Some of the people I knew well while others were new faces. There was even a group of women with large assets with hardly anything covering themselves up.
"Where am I?" I asked.
"You are in Drake's mind, it's where you exist," explained a man with balding hair and a curly, red beard. "We are the ones that never leave his mind."
"So where was I then?" I asked.
"You were the one he's been trying to forget, the lover that never was. But no matter how many times this place pushes you back, you always find your way back here."
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