Ending My Sanity

Akira Our Nightmare mansion

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the the searing pain. It was the same arm I had injured from the demolition of my self-proclaimed 'home', but my head swirled and throbbed terribly. I had to stay laying down, the violent headrush keeping me imobile.

"Oh heavens greatness, it's up." a voice seethed. I suddenly realized that I wasn't alone.

"'It'? You know I'm a human girl." I retorted. I pushed my fear behind me. I couldn't see if it was just the snarky individual and I, because it was darker than night, the black so inky and thick, you could drown in it.

"That's what all demons say." the stale voice mutters.

"Where are we?" a soft voice asks.

"Oh please! You think I know?" the stale voice countered.

"Ok, how many people are in here?" I exclaimed.

"Can you even count you little"*beep*" a mechanical machine interrupted but the sarcasm still stung like a wasp.

"Well, I'm sorry! I can't see anything!" I said, raising my voice.

"Guys." the softer voice cries."Shut up."

"Are there only three people in here?" I said exasperated.

"And us elves too." The stale voice joked in a cringey tone.

Suddenly a blinding light flooded the room like water rushing out of a broken dam.

The stale voice uttered an obscenity that wasn't in my best interest to repeat. I could already tell that this individual had quite a colorful vocabulary.

I could finally see, and I discovered that the stale voice belonged to a slender boy with spiked gray blond hair and a soft face. The soft voice was from a shrunken girl with a faded pink cloth over her eyes, that looked like that it was worn many times.

She had shoulder-length blonde hair, so light it was almost white. It accompanied her ghostly white skin uncomfortably well, and she was wearing a tan sweater with sleeves so long, they covered her hands. She looked about 13, but it was hard to tell. Even sitting down, I could tell she was short.

"Welcome to your doom, you foolish children!" an obnoxious voice boomed over the speakers hidden in the corner of the room.

"You're in the dreamhouse of your nightmares." It said again.

"And you have fifteen days to escape or death will rain upon you all."

The boy looked frantically around the room. His eyes locked on the small black box in the corner. He raised a hand in the general direction of the speaker and dropped four fingers in a very derogatory manner.

"Don't do that you insolent little *beep*!"

The speaker seemed to self censor... how wonderful. I got the feeling that I would hear lot's of those little beeps in the next couple of days.

"Each day a room will disappear from your house, and if you run out of rooms... you know what happens." the voice says in a creepy tone. "And I have a feeling that you little *beep*s will die!" the voice laughs maniacally.

The boy started to yell. "You son of a-" *beep* the speaker interrupts.

The speaker might not like finicky language, but it emits it a lot.

I wondered why it even did that. I made a mental note to self that it must've been from a school because when I went to a school, there were a lot of beeps and also I'm pretty sure that principals were getting annoyed quite a lot by the children.