Chapter 2
Why would any one do this? Whoever was, was one sick demented person.
The passageway was lit up with the green neon lights I could just about see the blood stains on my crisp white shirt.
I was a horrible person. I watched my friend die! How could I?
I couldn't get through properly. There was a metal door that didn't seem to go in with the theme of the room. There was also a sheet of glass. And two handles underneath.
- PULL ME -
I couldn't get past without holding them. So I grabbed them and saw something terrible in front of my eyes. When I took hold of them two spotlights sprung into action.
There was two people with blood already down their shirts.
The TV flickered into life again.
Hello Again Rosalie.
You seem to like taking peoples life into your hands. This is what's going to happen. There are two people in front of you. Both of them your friends. There are some differences though.
One has a wife and children and a Ill mother. The other is alone. Their lives are in your hands.
I looked up and saw who I had to save. My childhood friend Sam or the high school bully Nessie.
It was a test of forgiveness.
How could I ever forgive Nessie though? She told me I was ugly, never get married and never be able to have children who would love me.
But how could I murder another person?
I had to make a quick decision. The handles were pulling apart and pulling both of them slowly off the pieces of wood they were perched upon. I know that they were trying to make me kill one of them. They were showing pictures of their life in front of me.
Sam looked so happy with his wife. His children looked like him.
Nessie was on her own. Or with someone. But she looked like she had just punched them.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry" I kept muttering to them over and over again.
I let go of one of them.
I heard a sharp scream and then blood blocked my vision.
Sam looked at me. "Thank you, Thank you Rose".
I couldn't take any of this in. The warm tears ran down my face.
Although Nessie made my life hell all the way through high school, it was nothing worth dieing for.