I don't own anything.
She plays with the shadows that dance along the white walls. She was the hero once. Laughing, she spins the gun around the circle. It points to an empty wall, stained with blood. The blood of her sister. She shot herself in the head a few minutes ago. The British girl's voice cracks the silence. "Let's continue." Abigail's had enough of life too. She was the hated student council president that can't seem to get anything right.
Madeline was tired of no one noticing her.
Feliciana was tired of being so weak and annoying to everyone. Especially the girl she loved.
And Amelia was just tired of pretending to be the hero when all she was doing was hurting the ones she loved the most. So she took the gun, and held it to her temple. Pulling the trigger, she felt happy. But there was nothing. No bullet that lodged firmly into her brain, no pain.
Feliciana took the gun. It would be Madeline's turn, but she was the first to die. So Feliciana pointed the barrel of the gun at her chest and fired. Nothing. Abigail wore a sad smile. So she was the one to die.
Abigail snatched up the gun and fired directly into her mouth. Blood spattered everywhere, and flesh fell gently to the floor, peeling off the dead girl. Abigail's pupils dilated one last time, before they gently rolled back into her head. Amelia reached over to the girl's body to close her eyes.
Amelia, shaking a bit, pries the gun from Abigail's dead hand. It's her turn again. She pulls the trigger hard, and releases, hoping she gets the bullet. No such luck.
Feliciana is crying now. She grabs the gun and shoots multiple times into her chest until she gets the bullet. Amelia gasps slightly. Feliciana broke the rules. Its Amelia's turn forever now. But she doesn't need forever. Because on the fourth shot, the bullet comes out and lodges in her brain, instantly killing the girl.