16 A Story of A
Mysterious Game and The Murdering Story 16
The clock was ticking on the wall. It was
midnight past my usual bed time. An hour before, my mother put me in bed. But
an hour later, which is now, I snickered out from my bed. It was all for that name card. Yesterday------now it
is almost half past twelve, I made a lie to Amy by saying I had her name card.
Now I had to be responsible for that otherwise I couldn’t get Helena’s name
card. But it’s worth it-------a night’s working for a life. As I thought about
the trading, I was very much worried. I tricked Amy, but what if she tricked me too. Then all the things will mess up. I will not only lose Helena, but
also lost the trust in Amy. And if she did really have notice, of course that
has little possibility, she would notice some day. As I was ready to go to bed,
I crossed my fingers for the last time to wish me good luck tomorrow.
“Did you bring it with you?” Amy asked the
second she saw me.
She nodded, but said nothing.
Amy also handed me Helena’s name card. When
I was about to take it, she didn’t take of her hand. This was so like the scene when I tore up Eddy’s name card, I was feeling a little scared------what if she
killed Helena in this way? I couldn’t let Helena die because of me. I felt
hotter and hotter the each second, “Amy stop it, you will kill Helena!” I said
with fear.
“I will kill Helena? That is just the thing
I want to do. You know, I have been waiting for this moment for a very long
time.” Amy shouted. The expression on her face was not strange to me
anymore------it was the expression she had on her face the night she killed Miller.
Suddenly, the scene disappeared. I looked
around, beside me, were my book shelter, my homework-desk, my bedside table and
other familiar furniture. I realized they were all just a dream. My screams of
course had scared my parents. They were running toward me. “What’s wrong honey?
Are you ok?”They asked worriedly.
“Nothing. I just had a really bad dream.” I
wiped out the sweat on my forehead, “You guys go to sleep.”Looking at my mom’s hesitating
eyes, I added, “I’m just fine.”So my mom tugs me in to bed
again, kissed me and finally left the room.
Still my heart
was beating fast. It’s nothing to be scared of, I comforted myself.
They are not true. Speaking the truth, I don’t even believe myself. What if
this happened tomorrow too? In that situation, making myself wide awake can’t
save me------I wasn’t even sleeping like this time. A wave of sleepiness hit
me, I cleared all the thought in my wind and lied down again. Whatever happened
tomorrow is tomorrow. Now, I have a more important mission to do------enjoy the
last 5 hours of sleeping.
The real moment
came. The time always passed very quickly, when I was
feeling really nervous about something that may happen soon. Just like this
time.
“Did you bring
it with you?”Amy asked. I was stunned------her tone and words are no difference
with the one I heard in my dread.
I jabbered,
“Well, yes and you?”
Amy still nodded
and said nothing.
Now I was
scared, she did nod in my dream. Was I still dreaming? I punched myself hard,
and I felt the pain------I was not dreaming. But how come all the thing are the
same from the real world and my dream. I couldn’t understand.
The words “Then
let’s exchange” just slipped out from my mouth before I could stop
myself------they were just the same in the dream too. It felt like I was being
controlled. We exchanged peacefully.
I also found a
strange series of numbers in front of me. On it was written 48:00:00. What did it mean? I looked at
Amy to make sure she didn’t see my mysterious expression, but she had the
same look on her face------curious,
worried, and a little bit scared. I was relaxed and set my eyes on that series
of numbers again. But something very weird happened, the number turned
into 47:59:30. I raised my eyebrow. What on earth is that number's
meaning? I looked around hoping for some clues. Just then, my eyes scanned on
the wall and found a sentence------Time
is money. The words hit me in the face. Those numbers represent the time.
It’s a counting down clock. Now the clock had 47:59:00 written on it. That meant, I have forty-seven hours left.
And it’s only two-day left. But after the forty-seven hours passed, what will happen? Will
I die? Or will the game end at that time? That’s a good image.
The bell rang; it was time for the
afternoon class------we had planned to exchange name cards in recess.
Amy said before
I could speak anything, “Did you notice something strange?” she asked suddenly.
“Uh, what kind
of strange thing?” I had a feeling that Amy could see that series of numbers
too.
“Like some
numbers.” She bit up her lips and spoke slowly.
“Yes,” I
answered quietly. But a part of me was relieved that Amy faced the same
situation with me.
“I figured out
the numbers meant time. How much time do you have left.” I hesitated for a
moment and decided to tell her the truth.
“Oh,” she was
surprised, “I see. Mine is 47:55:11.
Does that mean I have one day left for, for something?”
“Right,” and I
looked at my numbers again, it was exactly the same. “U had the same number with
me. I wonder if it’s the counting down time of this game. I mean, when this
clock ended, the game ended. But I’m not sure what will happen then. And what
about the student who have died? Will they never come
back?” I blurted out so quickly.
“Maybe, I don’t
know either.” She shrugged and we went back to class.
Now there were
two dangerous things in the game------Amy and the counting down clock
Laura
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