A Gameshow? Pt.8

My metal door slammed behind me. The gentle buzz of the people around me, seemed to calm my nerves. I threw down that stupid bronze pin they gave us. It had a fox carved into the bronze. A weak little predator. It was our “ prize”. Anger boiled inside of me. Twenty-one people were killed, along with countless more, just so they would win a pin.

My clothes that I laid on my bed had been washed. There were a few other things I noticed. Another gray pill, like the one I took for my migraine, sat on my bedside table along with a bright blue pill. Also my timer sat there blank.

I took a shower. The hot steamy water flowing down by back seemed to wash away the tension, anger and, pain in my muscles.

I pick up my clothes. I noticed my shoes were soaked in blood from others. I threw them in disgust. I folded my clothes and set them on the floor right at the end of my bed. My white shirt, especially from the back, had small blood splatters, staining the soft cotton.

Carly was the name of the blonde headed girl. Carly Samson. She was around my age and had three brothers. She was the only person I really made friends with. When I sat on my bed,I saw the tray. It had plain chicken, no seasonings, along with steamed green beans, a dark chocolate cookie, and a carton of orange juice. This meal wasn’t as bad as the last but it still seemed bland.

I lie down and rest my eyes. I’m not fully asleep when I here footsteps. I sit up. I noticed something I’ve never seen before. At the bottom of the door was a slide. I crouch down, nursing my sprained knee. I slid the metal back and peered out. Of course a piece of glass separates me from the hallway. I hear loud footsteps.

Keepers were walking to the end of the hall. Please don’t make us do a game again so soon! I almost cried. But they didn’t open any doors. Instead they went straight to the end of the hall. Behind every other keeper was a body bag.

One had a deep olive hand hanging out the side. A thick line of blood trickled down the underside of there arm, curled around there fingers,and dripped onto the floor.

My stomach groaned, and I tried not to think of my “dinner”. Once they reached the end of the hall, they opened a door I never noticed before. Screeching,wailing,snarls, and none of the less barking erupted from behind the door. One by one the keepers threw the people, without the bags, inside the doorway. Instead of laying on the ground, level with the door, they went down. It was some sort of pit.

Growls of hunger and yipes of pleasure explode as each body reaches the ground. I twist around, not letting myself watch any longer. A quiet sob escaped my lips. I shut the slide without looking at it. Stumbling, I went to my bed. I tried to block out the sound of the beasts tearing up the body’s. I covered my ears with my hands, pillow, my mattress even.

I knew I could never erase ,what I saw or heard, from my mind.