The Meaning Of

During a discussion about the meaning of life with my friend, we somehow began writing this story. I would write an installment, and then she would, completely making it up as we went. This is the result. Basically, for 70 some years, my friend searches for the grand question and answer to the meaning of life. Finally, after all that time, we come in contact again.

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The woman turned and left. The room I was left in was dark except for the one lightbulb illuminating me from above. I couldn't see them, but I knew the two guards were still in the room with me, standing just outside the ring of light. They were silent. I was alone with my thoughts. My head still hurt from the times the woman hit me, but I tried to manage to figure out a plan. No matter how hard I tried, though, I failed to come up with a way to escape. I couldn't even move. The blood had left my arms, which caused a numbing pain. I didn't how much longer I could take it. I had already been tied up for hours. I couldn't remember the last time I ate. I was 93 years old. My body wasn't strong enough to withstand this torture. Part of me wanted to stay loyal to Carmen. She was clearly involved in something serious. But why did she bring me into this? I had never asked for this. "You had wished for an adventure," my mind taunted me. "Be careful what you wish for, be careful what you wish for, be careful what you wish for." "Shut up," I responded. Too late, I realized I had spoken out loud. One of the guards coughed. I didn't have to go through this. I didn't owe Carmen anything. She had been my friend in high school, but that was it. It was pathetic how big of an impact she still had on me. I thought that maybe I was important, that maybe I meant something, and that that's why she sent me the letters, but hanging up to be tortured made me realize that wasn't the case. She cared nothing for me. Otherwise, she would have found a way to help. Screw her. Ever since I met her, she'd gotten me into trouble. Screw her. Hatred bubbled in me. For over seventy years I heard not a single word from her. She wasn't my friend. She never had been. I had to stop wallowing in the past and I had to stop believing in daydreams. What was real was happening here and now. The only person I needed to look out for was myself. And if I could help out Jason too, then all the better. After all, he had been tricked by the the facade of Olivia Binda as well. He didn't deserve that. She was like heroin. One shot, and you were already addicted. Then you'd be lost, gone, like all the rest who made the same mistake. Silently, I made a promise to myself that I would protect Jason, as if he was my own and I cursed Olivia Binda for entering my life at all. Then, I called out for the guards. I was ready to talk. A few minutes later, my arms were finally lowered. I grimaced as the blood painfully rushed back into them. The woman stood before me, smirking. The two guards again stood on either side of me, as if I could escape. I didn't trust these people to keep their word to me, but I didn't have a better option really. However, just as I opened my mouth to speak, the single light turned off, exposing the room to complete darkness. In the black, I could hear sounds of flesh hitting flesh, bones crunching, and people crying out. I shivered, too frightened to move. I did not know what was happening, but it was evident that another being, man or beast, had entered the room. Suddenly, the light flickered back on, and I was still unharmed. Immediately, I noticed the ground around my feet was covered in blood. Against the wall, three bodies lay crumpled. I could not tell if they were breathing or not. I did not dare go closer to investigate. Instead, my attention was claimed by a figure before me. It stood right outside the ring of light, so I couldn't make out the face. "You're her, aren't you?" It asked. I was still in shock and could not make myself speak. The figure continued, "You're the one I was sent for. I will take you to her." The being stepped into the light. "Carmen Ramirez will see you now."

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