forum V O T E / Psychological Thriller / Closed

Started June 26, 2018 by @WriteOutofTime

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Lexi groaned as she woke up to the sound of sobbing. What the heck, is this supoose to be heaven? She wondered as she got up and openned the door.

Xander was just quiet. John didn’t know. John didn’t need to know what he did. He was crying too hard to function, and his fingers were tightened around the fabric towards the bottom of John’s shirt in frustration.
“W-why the hell are we back here?” he asked on a shaky breath, “You know… I died too, if you haven’t gathered that yet…”

John looked through teary eyes as the closest door opened. Then he started sobbing continuously, unable to form words anymore. I wanted to kill that little girl. I’m a monster. “I- I don’t— I don’t want to be back. I- I don’t want to be alive like this.” John’s whole body shook as he cried harder.

“Me neither…” Xander managed, desperately trying to control his breathing and stop crying.

Lexi was very very very very very very confused. "Are you..ok?" She asked softly, not understanding what was happening. "Is this heaven?"

John tensed as he sobbed out, “We’re back, gosh we’re back in this living chaos,” He coudn’t meet Lexi’s eyes, “Gosh, I’m so sorry, Lixi, gosh,” He shook, clamping his eyes shut as if that hid him from the world.

“If this is heaven…” Xander muttered, “I’d sure hate to see hell. Um, are we back in the house? Are things going to be different this time?”
He slowly started to collect himself, but then dissolved into sobs again.

Lixi went over to hug the two men, not sure why they were crying. "It's ok…. it's not your fault." She said, not sure how to comfort them.

“But it is…” Xander whispered, “Do you… do you even know what I did?”

Lixi nodded her head, "Yes, but I don't mind, you did what you needed to do, you were scared… but that's ok, I forgive you." She whispered as she hugged Xander tighter.

“Oh, Lixi…” Xander sighed, “I won’t betray you again, I swear. You didn’t deserve it. None of us did.”
He chose to be quiet about the following incident with Enzo. If he came back, he didn’t want the others to hate him.

Lixi let go and pinched herself. "Oh so this isn't a dream……….we're alive?" She asked. Did the TV trick them into revealing their horrible secrets?

“Unless this is my hell. Coming back to this horrible place forever for doing what I did to you,” he said, “But you’re really here. This is really you. We’re back in the house. No telling what they’ll ask us to do this time.”
Xander looked down at Lixi.

John took an ashamed step away from the two, “I’m— I’m sorry about what I did. I- I have a mental disorder, I guess, and I thought it was gone- I just- I’m sorry,” He said quietly, wringing his hands. Gosh, Paige, too… He had just been looking for some stability in his unstable chaos of his mind.

“John, it’s okay,” Xander replied, trying to keep a firm tone in his voice and maintain eye contact, “We’re here to help this time. No more backstabbing or dying. That goes for all of us.”

John took an ashamed step away from the two, “I’m— I’m sorry about what I did. I- I have a mental disorder, I guess, and I thought it was gone- I just- I’m sorry,” He said quietly, wringing his hands. Gosh, Paige, too… He had just been looking for some stability in the unstable chaos of his mind.

Lixi made a o shape with her mouth before turning to Xander. "What, why, what do you mean? Did something happen?"

“Were you not there when it happened?” Xander asked cautiously. He didn’t really feel like upsetting Lixi if she didn’t know John had committed suicide.

(Hey friends, randomly jumping back in because i'm procrastinating!)
"Get away from them, Lixi."

Enzo slunk into the room. He didn't know whether it was the fact that he'd been the last to die, or if he was just more affected by this particular poison, but the coldness and numbness of whatever drug had caused his temporary death was still inching down his extremities. He leaned against the wall, but his eyes were like steel. "Get away from them," he repeated.

"Enzo…" Xander managed. Just saying his name sent chills down his whole body. He wanted to run so badly. Sure, he deserved what he got, but he was scared. Even more scared now knowing that he could continue to be murdered then come back, if Enzo so desired.
"Lixi, he's probably right," he said, backing away a few feet from Lixi.

"No need to look so scared," Enzo bit out, his hands clenching into fists. "You're a real piece of shit. I'm not gonna touch you." A gravely laugh tore through his throat. "I'm starting to think…" he glanced around, at the high ceilings and the beige walls and the untouched furniture. "I'm starting to think this is infierno. That this is hell."

"If this is hell, then why is Lixi here?" Xander asked, feeling kind of choked up, "She deserves better than that."
Xander bit down on his lip and took a few deep breaths to keep himself from crying again. He couldn't do this in front of Enzo of all people.

John blinked at Enzo. Fear -gosh, pure fear had caused him to freeze- held him where he was, eyes locked on the man. Maybe he was having an anxiety attack. Maybe that crazy side of him was struggling to take control again. But he couldn’t do anything, he couldn’t even move. He wondered if the terror he felt was showing on his face.

"So you care about Lixi now?" Enzo laughed again. "Make up your mind, Xander." His eyes trailed over to John, his gaze resting right above his head, not quite meeting his eyes. "What do you think, John? Hell?"