CrimsonAngel223
March 5th, 2017, 02:09 PM
Suite Suffering
By Yonathan Asefaw
I had never seen confetti drop like that before, before this nightmare happened me and my husband Lazarus were just enjoying some kind of surprise when we arrived into our high-rise suite. There was something about the place that had this ominous feel. Like a flashback of a horror was about to happen, at least in the recess of my brain, would I ever feel it? Although it was about to get a whole lot worse.
“Hello? Anybody home?” I wondered.
I ended up right where I started again, but there was blood in my hands. And a knife was fastened in my hand. Did I- did I just murder my own husband? There was a game apparently, as I can remember.. I didn’t know exactly what, but all I remember was that a voice came from out of the blue and told us to kill each other. OK! Now I recall something, I hope I don’t go to jail. The doors were locked and I was frozen like an icicle over on the concrete floor of my Venetian balcony outside. No! It looks like..
“I don’t want to do this to you.” I say.
I forgot that he is dead, did I hurt him enough though? Christ I may actually die if he gets up! Hopefully I still have dignity for my survival. I always had the impression that this husband of mine kept me for so long under his wing, I mean were married. Right? He couldn’t actually hit or even touch me? I’m starting to sweat profusely now. Oh my god! He’s getting up. Where’s my chance to keep him on the ground dead?
“You are… dead, run sweetheart!”
“Don’t kill me, I love you!” I started sobbing like a madwoman.
“Kill me.” said my husband Lazarus.
“No.”
“Do it, this game will end if you do.”
“No.” I keep insisting.
Where’s the next flashback? None? Better hope I get through this next hour, oh boy will I ever be dead right about now, what about this.
No. Looks like I am in a predicament.
“KILL ME NOW!!!!!!!!” he said
I plunged the knife, a stainless steel kitchen knife into his stomach and he bleed immensely. What was wrong with me? I COULDN’T believe on what I had done, FUCK ME! I JUST MURDERED MY OWN HUSBAND WHAT DID I DO? WHAT DID I DO? WHAT DID I DO? NO!!!!! THE GAME!? IS IT OVER YET?
“Complete,” said the ominous voice.
Surprise. Went the people when I arrived.
What exactly happened now? Mary have mercy on my soul. It just seemed all too real.
“I had this vision, and-”
We all just died out of thin air.
People just stared at us from the t.v screen this whole time. I saw them from the suspension from my eye that there were camera’s everywhere. My name is Samantha Jones and I have just been spied out from the enjoyment of others. Thanks society you really did it to me and my husband now. Fuckers!
But how am I still alive.
“Husband’s gone, games just begun.” I thought.
By Yonathan Asefaw
I had never seen confetti drop like that before, before this nightmare happened me and my husband Lazarus were just enjoying some kind of surprise when we arrived into our high-rise suite. There was something about the place that had this ominous feel. Like a flashback of a horror was about to happen, at least in the recess of my brain, would I ever feel it? Although it was about to get a whole lot worse.
“Hello? Anybody home?” I wondered.
I ended up right where I started again, but there was blood in my hands. And a knife was fastened in my hand. Did I- did I just murder my own husband? There was a game apparently, as I can remember.. I didn’t know exactly what, but all I remember was that a voice came from out of the blue and told us to kill each other. OK! Now I recall something, I hope I don’t go to jail. The doors were locked and I was frozen like an icicle over on the concrete floor of my Venetian balcony outside. No! It looks like..
“I don’t want to do this to you.” I say.
I forgot that he is dead, did I hurt him enough though? Christ I may actually die if he gets up! Hopefully I still have dignity for my survival. I always had the impression that this husband of mine kept me for so long under his wing, I mean were married. Right? He couldn’t actually hit or even touch me? I’m starting to sweat profusely now. Oh my god! He’s getting up. Where’s my chance to keep him on the ground dead?
“You are… dead, run sweetheart!”
“Don’t kill me, I love you!” I started sobbing like a madwoman.
“Kill me.” said my husband Lazarus.
“No.”
“Do it, this game will end if you do.”
“No.” I keep insisting.
Where’s the next flashback? None? Better hope I get through this next hour, oh boy will I ever be dead right about now, what about this.
No. Looks like I am in a predicament.
“KILL ME NOW!!!!!!!!” he said
I plunged the knife, a stainless steel kitchen knife into his stomach and he bleed immensely. What was wrong with me? I COULDN’T believe on what I had done, FUCK ME! I JUST MURDERED MY OWN HUSBAND WHAT DID I DO? WHAT DID I DO? WHAT DID I DO? NO!!!!! THE GAME!? IS IT OVER YET?
“Complete,” said the ominous voice.
Surprise. Went the people when I arrived.
What exactly happened now? Mary have mercy on my soul. It just seemed all too real.
“I had this vision, and-”
We all just died out of thin air.
People just stared at us from the t.v screen this whole time. I saw them from the suspension from my eye that there were camera’s everywhere. My name is Samantha Jones and I have just been spied out from the enjoyment of others. Thanks society you really did it to me and my husband now. Fuckers!
But how am I still alive.
“Husband’s gone, games just begun.” I thought.