Hide and Seek

I can't see nothing on this damn road. It's raining and there's so much fog on the road that I can't make anything out.

Oh well. Better than to be at that damn house. I hate those people. They just don't understand me. None of them do. Dammit, what the hell am I suppose to do?

They say I have a problem… I don't have a problem. What do they know about me? Nothing! They always think that they can make me, turn me into something they want. A doctor? A professor? A surgeon? Hah! To hell with that crap. I'm my own person and none of them can tell me what to do.

…Whoa, I think I took too much of those pills. I can't see straight… Better pullover before I-

The rain fell from the dark sky, making loud splashes upon hitting the ground. Off the road a car has crashed into a tree, it's headlights flickering on and off. Smoke can be seen coming out of the hood of the car. Off to the distance a little girl about the age of five walked over to the car. She seemed…

Pleased…

…Oh man, what happened?

I opened my eyes and looked around. Wait, this isn't my car. And this isn't the road either. Where am I? I tried to sit up but my entire body ached. Dammit. I feel like crap right now. I tried to focus my eyes on the surrounding. I'm in a white room, with photos hanging along the walls. I laid in a bed just big enough for me to lay straight down. There was one window and a single door.

I took in deep breaths, making sure my lungs were okay, before trying to remember what happened. I was on the road, driving my car, I remember that. And before that…

Uh, I can't remember much more than taking my daily medication before driving off. And when I was driving… I think I crashed into something. I heard a voice, but even that was hard to remember.

I climbed off the bed, making sure I had my balance before walking to the door. I turned the knob and found myself staring down a well lit hallway. Was I in someone's house? I walked down the hallway, the walls were painted white as well, with a couple of doors here and there. Each one of them were locked. I turned the corner and found myself entering a warm living room. There were a two couches, a fireplace, some desks, three lamps, a TV, and two doors. One of the doors were wide open, as if inviting me. I found myself walking down another hallway, some doors were opened revealing bathrooms and simple closets.

Who lived here? Why did they bring me here? So many questions… But where are my answers?

A writer?! How the hell are you going to make a living off something as stupid as that?

Dad, I-

You're hopeless! Why I waste my money so you can get an education I don't even know!

This is what I want Dad! You can't tell me what I can't do!

You better listen to me, boy. You're not wasting you life on becoming something as stupid as writing idiotic rhymes and poems that people don't give a damn about!

Dammit Dad! You never listen to me! You never understand me! Why? Why?!

Marcus, don't talk to your father like that.

Mom-

You better listen to your mother boy. We're sending you off to a medical school where the moneys at, no matter what you say.

It's better for all of us sweetie.

…I hate you. I HATE ALL OF YOU!

That's right. That's the reason why I left the house. Because of them.

…

I never want to go back there.

As I continued walking down the brightly lit hallway, something at the end came into view. There was a door with a light coming through the cracks. Was someone in there? I knock twice. No answer. I reached for the knob and opened the door. It was a bedroom that seemed to belong to a child. Dolls were lined on supports across the walls and a single bed was against the east wall. There on the ground was a little girl playing with something. She had long black hair and wore a white dress.

Should I say something?

"Um, excuse me? Can you tell me where we are?"

She was silent.

"Excuse me? Little girl?"

"Do you want to play with me?"

What the-

Her voice, wasn't natural. There was a sort of demonic echo. What…What is she?

She turned to face me, and I was frozen. Her eye sockets were empty and her skin was an unnatural color. In her hands was-

Dear god.

"Let's play hide and seek. You'll hide."

I feel unconscious. All I heard was that demonic voice.

"And I'll seek."

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