I don't know how many times this
" I'm bored ".
It came back to my ears
Maybe a hundred.
Perhaps a thousand.
Even if the intensity decreased, the words remained.
I fell flat on the ground.
Among the chairs, they are far more alive than the human beings surrounding me.
With my arms outstretched, I stare at the LEDs hanging from the ceiling of this room.
A dirty, intoxicating light that faded second by second.
– hé eeeeee ho oooooo
– hé eeeeee ho oooooo
– hé eeeeee ho oooooo
– hé eeeeee ho oooooo
– hé eeeeee ho oooooo
– hé eeeeee ho oooooo
– hé eeeeee ho oooooo
– hé eeeeee ho oooooo
– hé eeeeee ho oooooo
Everything came back in eco.
Even silence.
Nothing changes.
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I turn my gaze to my right
He didn't move.
Her eyes are open.
But they're not looking at anything.
"Are you asleep?" I whispered.
– Are you asleep?
– Are you asleep?
– Are you asleep?
– Are you asleep?
– Are you asleep?
– Are you asleep?
– Are you asleep?
No response.
Predictable
I reach my hand upwards
– why am I here… I murmured.
My voice sounds off-key.
– why am I here
– why am I here
– why am I here
– why am I here
– why are you here
I get up.
That voice, as if it didn't come from me.
My legs are trembling with fatigue.
I felt heavy, as if my body had forgotten how to walk.
– (my back)
I'm moving forward.
One turn.
Two laps.
Three.
I walk around the room.
1pass
2pas
15 steps
40
60
To go around completely
the same distance
But it was impossible to get out.
– Okay… I said.
I stop in front of an empty chair.
I look at the black handkerchief and think back to that strange guy on my left.
I angrily grabbed the handkerchief and squeezed it in my hand.
It's hot.
Almost damp.
I let go immediately.
- Disgusting…
My heart skips a beat.
I close my eyes and replay the actions in my head
I'm counting again.
Just like before.
Reflex.
8 fingers.
Ray : 9.
Right: 8.
Left: 9.
Opposite: 10.
It always seems to be going wrong, even when I deliberately miss my turn it always comes back and stops on the left, why? Even with the help of another player I would always have won.
Ray Lee would never be on his side
Isn't that right?
I can't accept it
"How many hours…" I murmured.
– How many more hours do I have to stay here, huh! …
My throat is dry.
Then
CLACK !
The light flashed and exploded into a thousand sparks, plunging the room into total darkness.
– the light!
- let
It hurts.
The flash and the sparks almost burned my eye
It hurts.
I'm having trouble opening my eyes again.
Something got in, got into my right eye.
Very slightly, and they cut me every time I move my eye.
– hahaha what?
Fold back on myself
The lamps.
They move, I open. Once, they flutter their eyelids.
Then nothing more.
I freeze.
– I can't see anything…haha aha…
My heart is racing.
My hands are trembling.
Tears flow to ease the pain
The pain doesn't stop
I rush towards a table, anything.
BAM !
I slip on it and collapse with the chair
– Ha! criai-je.
- shit !
My voice resonates.
- shit !
- shit !
- shit !
- shit !
- shit !
- shit !
Again and again, as if the audience was laughing.
I jump
It falls heavily against another, with one eye missing and the room in darkness.
- Shit…
Rolling on the ground with my hand over my eye
I'm breathing fast.
Too fast, I'm starting to get hot.
Then…
Click!
A noise.
Very weak.
Like a click.
I sit up straight and listen carefully.
– …hein ?
Silence.
Then…
Click!
Another .
On the ceiling.
Right above me.
I raise my head as if I expect to see something
Nothing.
A nervous smile.
– damn…
– I don't want to die… I don't want to die here all alone like a rat in the back of a cupboard
I bend over, my forehead against my knees
I'm waiting.
Perhaps I'm waiting for "death"
