Mind Games

Alex Johns and Derek Morris are two of many who were picked to be a part of what survivors call "The Mind Games". There are a series of rooms, with something planned in each and every one of them. Some can be good, like new weapons, or bad, like vicious monsters. Some rooms trick you into believing something that isn't as it seems. Win, and Survive, Lose, and Die. Your decisions will decide on if you die, or live. How will these complete strangers do in this "Brain Teaser."


4. Anger, And Dissapointment


           I can't believe my brother is going to leave me... Again. He's being taken away... Again. Why does the world have to do this to me?! Furiously, I threw a book at the wall, leaving a small hole in the wall. I sighed and stared at the clock. A day left with my brother...I thought. I'm sitting up here, by myself, while Brady is off with some girl at lunch. Glad she matters more than me... Than family. I sighed and called Derek.

"Hey..." I said, sadly.

"Everything alright?"

"No. Not at all. I have a day left with Brady and he's out with some girl. She's more important than family I guess. I guess she means more than me."

"Alex... That's not true."

"Can you come over? I need someone here with me..." I said, begging.

"Fine... Be there soon."

I hung up and stared at the book. It was a scrapbook of my dad. He served in the Marines, and when he returned home for good, and got lost. Well, he called my mom and she picked him up, and when they returned, he didn't remember me. No one knew why. I cried and hugged him tightly. Over a month later, a robber came, and killed him, beating him to death with a crowbar. I stared to tear up, remembering when he returned home that night, staring blankly at me and asking my mother who I was. Then another day, waking up to your father in a pool of his own blood, with a crowbar in his head, and you're screaming until you couldn't scream anymore. Until your tears wouldn't come out because you've cried your last tear. Or hearing your mother weeping every night, begging and praying that this was all a nightmare, a sick, twisted nightmare, but coming to the realization that it's real- all of it.

The door bell rang and I walked downstairs with a tear-stained face, opening the door. I immediately ran into Derek's arms, crying into his chest. He gently picked me up, shutting the door with his foot, and carried me upstairs into my room. He set me down on my bed and cradled me in his arms, rocking me back and forth.

"Love, what's wrong?"

I handed him the scrapbook and he flipped through it, looking at my dad being deployed, and everything in between, and finally coming to the picture of my dad dead on the floor. He gasped gently, and flipped the page to see me at his funeral, with family, friends, and Marine partners. He stared at the picture, then looked at me.

"That was your dad. My mum was in the Marines," he said, pointing to a fit lady, "She died the day after from Cancer. Being in the Marines was her dream, and she fulfilled it before she died."

I stared at him, and hugged him tightly. He hugged me back and whispered that he was sorry. I stared up at him and he kissed my forehead. We spent the whole day watching movies, and cuddling.

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