Chapter 2: : Begin The Games Pt 2
"Ray you are fired!"
"What?! What do you mean boss."
I didn't understand the reasoning behind the sudden discharge from my job.
"You didn't think I wouldn't know about what you were doing in the office."
"What did I do?"
I tried and failed to remember any wrongdoings I did during work. 'Did he mistakenly take me as the culprit?' That thought was the only thing that came to mind.
"Boss, I think you are mistaken."
"Well then let's ask the witnesses."
'Witnesses? What does she mean by witnesses?' Just then I heard the door open and 10 people came in.
I realized that those ten people were my colleagues. 'Are they the so-called witnesses? I didn't even bother any of them. As a matter of I helped them more than anything to create the best escape rooms.'
Suddenly I heard one more person come into the crowded office. It was none other than my dear childhood friend Kris.
"There he is. Kris thank you for reporting such disturbances in our working environment."
"Yeah, no problem."
'Huh!' The shock left me there motionless. I would never have thought that Kris was the type to frame and lie about others.
"Yu-you we-were mistaken, right Kris? Ya-you are mistaken."
"No, I am positive that you were causing a disturbance at work. You can even ask the witnesses."
I looked towards my colleagues and they turned their eyes away from me and they took a step back.
"All of you are mistaken!"
"As I said before Ray, you are fired! And bring me your ID. We never want to see your face again."
"You heard him, Ray, get us."
"And, Kris you will be getting a promotion today and also a bonus for all you have done."
"Woah, seriously thanks a lot."
I ignored what they were talking about and left the office and then the building itself. 'So that is what he wanted. A better life than me.'
The more I think the more it hurts. I walk out of the office while I hear them laugh and they seem to be full of joy. The boss probably put what I 'supposedly' did on my record which means I won't be getting any jobs from any businesses.
…
A year later after the incident, I turned 21 with no one by my side. I still visit my deceased friend and it seems that I am the only one who visits her because I didn't see Kris anywhere and the flowers wilt every day. We used to take turns and we assigned days on who would do the job of changing flowers. Now I have to do it every day.
My apartment looks like a total battlefield with all the trash in every corner. With more rodents and cockroaches than a sewer. At least I cleaned my bedroom which is the only clean room since I need to sleep in there.
I saved up enough money for food and taxes. 'Maybe I should end myself.' The thought of suicide will never leave my mind every time I look back on the past and present.
…
"So, what is the problem you are facing?"
I ended up getting a therapist to help with my trouble. Luckily this one was free and it didn't have to pay for anything.
"Someone took away my job and my life. I don't know what else to do."
"Well, someone once said that "grace is earned not given."
"What does that even mean?"
"You figure it out and that would be 100 dollars."
"What do you mean 100 dollars it said that this was free!"
"We lied and now you give me 100 dollars for what I have brought."
"You know I could sue you for false ads"
My voice was chat of as the therapist punched my guts and face. My body slams on the floor and I grovel in pain.
He then took my wallet and grabbed all of my cash. A minute later he tosses me out of the room. I didn't have any evidence against him so I couldn't file anything. My trust issue grew even more after that event.
…
10 days passed after that day. Now I have no home and about 20 dollars in my pocket because I sold my apartment.
I lay my body down on a bench in a park to enjoy the season of spring, but it didn't feel any different from my time in winter or any other season of the year.
I fell asleep in the park because I didn't rest for a long time.
…
More than a couple of hours later I have awakened to the world's quiet night sky. I checked my cracked watch for the time and it was 7:00 pm.
I lay on the bench for a bit more then I felt something behind my head. It was a black card with a phone number in gold.
'What is this? Where did this even come from?' I looked around my surroundings, but it was too dark for me to identify anyone.
I came to the conclusion that it was probably just a prank and I threw the card away in the trash.
Ring! Ring!
A number called me and it was the same number on the card. 'Hub?' Confused I was when I looked at my phone. I picked up the phone even though it was bad to pick up a random number. For all I know they could be a hacker, but who would want to track down a nobody like me?
"Hello?"
"Ray Kira. 21 years old and unemployed. Your birth date is 9/11/2001 and would you look at that? Your birth date is on the same year and day of a certain tragedy. How cute."
My eyes went wide and I was shellshocked. 'How do they know my name? How do they know my birth date?' Multiple thoughts ran through my head like a bullet train.
"Who is this?!"
"Woah, calm down, calm down. I know how you feel. You lost so much because of the one you trusted the most. Fear not as your time has come to join my game."
"Game? What game?" I sighed.
"You seemed to calm down way too quickly. Clears throat. Well, come to the address on the card."
"Does this have to do with the mysterious disappearance that happened around this state?"
"…"
No replies, so that means I am on to something.
Beep!
They needed the call before I wanted any more information. 'They didn't give me a reason so I don't need to come, but I don't believe that they went through all that effort just to intimidate me. No, they want me to come if not forcefully.'
I looked at the trash can and I started to go trash-diving into the small garbage can.
'Got it.' I grabbed hold of the card which is now covered in ketchup and dirt. I looked at the back of the card and saw the address. My phone had enough batteries for me to use the power of Google Maps.
…
A couple of minutes later I arrived at a school-like building. I started to step into the front yard and….
'Fuzzy! Fuzzy! Fuzzy! Fuzzy!' My mind spins in circles. I thought heard screams and TV screen sounds and then I fell to the yard of the school….
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