Why hello again, dear readers! I think you'll like this chapter. And on a side-note, sorry to the guy who created Sims, I'm not saying you're evil. So read and review please!
Chapter 2: The Truth
As Kelly walked home, she thought. She knew they were out there, constantly watching. Their presence was like an afternoon shadow, gently pressing until suddenly; it lengthened into the darkness of night. And it had all started so simply.
One of them, overly-ambitious, eager to prove himself, had discovered The Creator. That had been the start. The people knew they were living in a half-world, a half-life, but they didn't seem to care. Because if they cared, they would be deleted. T
hey could do it. It was easier than breathing, just one action and a poor soul would be spirited away, never to be seen again. Kelly let out a long sigh. No one knew if there was another world, the original world, out there, or if they were all just scraps of their game.
But it was fake, all fake. And Kelly would live and die in it. And her life, her death, would mean absolutely nothing because anything she changed, they could change back. But Dean...These past few days, with him, had been the best time of her life.
Despite the fact that he was theirs, she felt he was the one solid thing she had, something secure, something real. Her thoughts were focused as the world stilled. A man was halted mid-stride. Birds hung in mid-air, wings spread wide.
Panic filled Kelly. It was deep and unexplainable, like when someone knows about a plane crash the moment before it happens. She desperately tried to move, but her body was like concrete. Her voice screamed inside the confines of her head, 'Move! Come on!' But she knew it was hopeless.
An electric, blue flash lit up the sky, half-blinding her. And the world began its motion again, without Kelly. She stood, stock still, a great emptiness engulfing her heart. Thoughts and feelings popped into her head at break-neck pace.
She broke into a jerky walk, then a trot and then into a sprint. Her feet pounded on the pavement, matching the pace of her whirling brain. A terrible suspicion was overcoming her, and it was terrifying. She had to see, had to prove it wasn't real, had to show that the premonition that was overwhelming her was just imagination. She had to.
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