20 Days

Part 1

Yesterday I survived making it a total of 6 days now and 14 more to go. There’s still a long way to go before I can see the light again, 14 more days. This is the only hope I have left to cling onto while hiding from the colourless people of this game I’d bind myself to, through a signed contract on a drunk night; it’s funny how it was me they targeted, the boy in the shadows they used to call me and yet it was me that was noticed out of the hundreds from that club. I sure wished what they said about me had been true then.

I crawl around in the darkness of this town, A place that’s covered in darkness so dark that you would think it was uninhabitable but somehow people still managed to, of course they all had no choice, they were failed contestants of past games trapped for eternity as the people here don’t die their souls were lost years ago. I can’t let them see me, I’d learnt my lesson when I’d asked one of them to for help, I was naive back then and still very confused, they took advantage of that and tried to steal my soul saying that I had to join them.

Now I crawl so they don’t see me, so they don’t drag me to their homes, the place where they steal souls. It’s horrifying what I’ve seen, the last victim he was on his 19th day when they took it, ripped it right out of him and now he remains here, lost among the other colourless faces; sometimes I wish I’d known he was here before that day maybe we could have helped each other and then he might have been able to go home. I wonder how he’d ended up here, was he like me a victim to a drunken mistake or was he aware and willing when he had signed his life away.

I can wonder but really it’s all just pointless now for he is gone, may as well be dead with the consciousness he has left. It’s scary how empty a person becomes after they lose their souls, like an empty shell that’s being rolled about by the wind’s breeze, it’s horrifying.

Now I’m crawling toward the lake I’d found yesterday when I hear bells ringing into the silence, it’s circle time. Panicking I run into the empty house a that I’d found when exploring the lake for food, I’m praying that they won’t come here while they hold their daily assemble of sorts; everyday when the bells ring they gather around the well to chant in this weird hauntingly beautiful language, they chant and then separate every single day.

I’ve been watching them and have started to notice that when they come out for circle time they never go back to the house that they come out of, instead they return to the house next to it, which means the person next to the house I’m in will be coming here soon. How could I have forgotten!.

Horror is all I feel as I wait with no choice but to hide in the closet and pray.