The Witness

Day one: LUST

    The note shattered us, I couldn't comprehend this. Why me? Why this group of people? How can someone do this? Better yet, how could they know? The more I thought about it, the more light headed I got. I needed to get out of here. Out of this room, this house, this continent. I turned away from the group and walked away. It was as if I was in a limbo, not knowing where I was going, not what I was going to do. When I walked out of the room I was already in the dining room. There were stairs to the left, and a dining table to the right. But this wasn't an ordinary dining table, it had something different about it.

     When I walked to it, there was an immediate sense of nerves that came over me. The chairs were basically wooden thrones. The back of the chairs reached as high as me. There were three on each long side, and one on each end. The top of the table was a white marble with grey streaks all around. I slid my hand across the table and began to notice an indent. I looked at it, realizing it was a carving. Looking around at the table I began to see them. Animals. All in front of a chair. Looking from left to right, I saw each one.

     On the far side it was a goat, lion, then a toad. On the end was a snail. I walked around the table to see the others. A pig, peacock, then a snake. On the other end was an owl.
The moment I saw the owl, I knew what it meant. Each animal was a representation of us, of our sin. I looked to my right and to see a small window, now even big enough to fit my head. Outside was a barren waste land, not habitable to anything. It was just sand and a few patches of dead grass. I went around the dining table again go through a tall doorway type opening. When I entered this room, I knew it was the kitchen. A black and white countertop agent all the way around the room, until it reaches the door way to my left. But before I adventure into the next room, I explored the kitchen. Under the counter too there were drawers, and under those were cabinets. I tried to pull the knobs, but they were locked.

    All of the drawers and cabinets were locked. I gave up hope and wondered into the next room, not that surprised by what I saw. It was a simple four square room. As big as the living room, and just as plain. The white walls began to blend together when I walked around. The only thing different was that different there was a couch. It was a relatively small one, but it was one. It was all black with white stitching. It laid to the left of the doorway I came in. To my right was another doorway. I looked around to see it was a bathroom. There was a toilet in the far right corner, and a sink beside it.
      I walk out and back into the living room, which had apparently turned into world war three. Oliver and Scarlett had began to argue over god knows what. They were standing in the middle of the room while everyone was on the edge. I walked in with Oliver throwing his punches

"You are such a stuck up, prissy, privileged, mean girl!" Followed by Scarlett's comeback
"Well I want you to know that being a GBF, doesn't make you all knowing Mr. Popular!"
"That's not what your brother seemed to think, or not what he seemed to feel!"
The whole room went silent, and we all just stared. Scarlett immediately slapped him and stomped away. Why would he say that to her? He knows what happened to him. I could see the regret in his face. He covered his mouth and ran past me. I turned around and followed him up the red, orange, and yellow stairs. I ran up six stairs then did a sharp left turn. Going up about six more I was at the top of the stairs. I jolted to the left and into a bedroom.

    Oliver was sitting on the edge of a twin sized bed. I sat down on the black comforter, and placed my arm around him. Looking around the room there was nothing unusual. The floor were the same, the walls were the same, even the fabric on the comforter was the same. There was a window on the ceiling, that was as small as the one in the dining room. He looked at me with puppy eyes and began to speak.

"What did I do?"
"There is nothing you can, all you can do is own up to it."
"But I brought up her dead brother!"
"I know, but she is strong. She'll take care of herself, just don't bring it up."
"Good point."
He started to sniff the air and cover his nose.
    "Do you smell that?" He yawned. I started to sniff around, and I did. It was a subtle odor, that you could only get hints of. I couldn't quite describe it, but I knew that it was sour. As I looked up at the skylight there was no light coming through. The dark sky showed through, bringing fear. I knew what this meant, and it someone will die. As much as I tried, my eyes would not stay open.
  Déjà vu happened as I stumbled up. The blurry lights started to go away and my balance came back. I stood up and wobbled to the door. As I opened the door, there was red spots on the ground. I followed them straight past stair way, and into a small hallway. Just a couple steps in the hallway it turned right.
      I looked up to see a large group standing at a doorway. I walk to them, pushing them out of the way. When I broke the barrier of people I stumbled into the room. The white walls were painted red with words written in blood. I quietly muttered the words in shock. "Whore, slut, skank..." all over the walls. At the far end was a bed, and in that bed laid pools of red. I slowly walked to he body, and I saw her. Her legs were scarred with slices, stomach ripped open with rage. She lay there still, never going to be able to have a life. The Southern belle will never be happy again.