It's not a joke
I woke up in a cloud of darkness, surrounded in nothing. The lights flickered but I was plunged back into the black after only half a second. This reminded me of something, but before I could think the lights came back on again, and it was real. The bathroom, the toilet and the grimy walls, it was all right in front of me, as real as it would ever be. The only thing missing was the dead body. It had to be a joke.
"Ok haha guys, very funny. But do you really expect me to fall for this? I mean what are you gonna do, make a Saw doll come out on a tricycle? This is one over exaggerated joke, guys? "I shouted to the "mirror" in front of me. It was a double mirror which my friends were spying on me through, probably laughing their heads off. "Well? Do you not even have the guts to imitate the voice?" They were such pussies.
"I don't want to make a joke" the wall replied, I knew what was coming next.
"No, you want to play a game, Ha!" I laughed falsely.
"Yes Daniel, that's right, I want to play a game". Now that scared me, and then I realised the chains attached to my ankles, and they weren't crappy plastic, they were real.
"Ok, this ain't funny anymore, put it on you tube or whatever just get me out of these" I gestured towards the chains, panic rushing into my face. It's amazing how scared you can become in a matter of seconds. I tried to make myself believe it was just a joke.
"You get by on life injecting yourself with heroine, and buying it using your Mother's money. Your life has no purpose, after this, it will" The wall said in hollow monotone, and the blood drained from my face.
"How the hell do you know that" I gasped, the moisture from my throat was gone, this wasn't a joke, it was real.
"I know you, Daniel, and I want to play a game".