Lizzie
-Lizzie-
I don’t why I’m
here. I’m a good person. What did I do to deserve this?
Number three.
I don’t want to
die.
I woke up in
this strange house. This isn’t my room. How did I get here? I was home last
night. And now…
I turned my head
when I heard knocking on the door.
“Who’s there?” I
asked. I waited as the door opened. A boy poked his head inside.
“Oh! You’re
awake,” he said. “Are you alright?” I stared at him.
“W-W-Who are
you?” I asked. This boy walked into the
room.
“Stay back!” I
shouted. He froze in place with his hand up.
“It’s okay! It’s
okay. I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. I blinked at him. The boy pointed to
his nose.
“I’m Tsukiyono
Omi,” he said.
“How old are
you?” I asked.
“Seventeen,” he
said. What the…? He’s just a kid.
“Where are we?”
I asked. Omi looked around.
“I don’t really
know,” he said. “It’s a house. It is real. It seems to be in the middle of
nowhere. That’s all I know.”
“So… How did we
get here?” I asked.
“I don’t know,”
he said. I frowned.
“Oh, and you
are?” Omi asked.
“Lizzie,” I
said. “Lizzie Cooper.” I looked down at my lap.
“So… how do I
get back?” I asked. Omi shrugged.
“I don’t really
know,” he said. “Sometimes, we walk out the door and end up out there.”
“Just like
that?” I asked. Omi nodded. I let it sink in. That’s when he said something
else.
“What?” I asked.
“What is your
number?” he asked. “I am twenty-one.” I looked away.
“Three,” I said.
Another thought crossed my mind.
“We aren’t
alone, are we?” I asked. “In this house.”
“No,” he said.
“Where are we?
How many are there?” I asked.
“They’re
around,” Omi said. He tried to count up in his head.
“I think there
are eight of us here? Maybe?” he said. I didn’t move. What the hell was this?
“I… I need a
moment,” I said.
“Oh…” Omi said.
“I’ll be downstairs.” I slowly nodded. He said nothing as he turned and walked
out of my room. (My room?) I flopped back onto my bed.
Why is this happening to me? What have I done to deserve this? I was a good person. I am a good person. Whatever I did, I’m sorry!