Chapter 2: Chapter 2~ Email
Yeah right, your two little angels who are twenty pounds overweight while I'm twenty under. I can totally see how hard life must be for you.
"So Idris, your uncle and I both agree that…." She pauses to wipe tears that aren't there but I already know what she's going to say, "You might want to consider a foster home."
I knew it….
"Oh, and foster care isn't that bad at all. So we're hoping you won't be too upset." Auntie drones on in that high pitched voice.
I bite my tongue. Don't let them see the weakness, don't let them see how it affects you. I lift my head, a smile plastered on my face. "No Auntie, I'm fine with it."
I don't belong anywhere…
"I'm just sorry for being a burden," I say as I push out my chair and get up from the table. "I'll find a place I can stay and leave as soon as I can."
My smile never falters as I walk towards the door, "I'll go to bed now. Goodnight."
My smile only disappears after I step through and close the door behind me. Like earlier I lean against the door frame and listen to my relatives on the other side.
Through the door I hear a small tapping noise, I assume it's Auntie's bad habit of tapping her fingers on the table. "Whew… Why am I always the one to give the bad news?"
Auntie's voice has none of that put on sadness from earlier.
After a moment I hear Uncle's voice, "You know all that girl stuff. I thought you would be better at this."
Auntie laughs, yet again it sounds like a hyena. "Better at this my ass. I swear that little bitch is trying to make me feel bad."
I grit my nails into the wood of the door as I listen. "Look at how weak and meek she is, it's like she's making me the villain without even trying. Ah forget it, she'll be gone soon anyway."
"I just hope she gets hit by a car or something."
I swallow and lift my head. It's fine, I'm fine, I tell myself as I climb the stairs to my room.
I knew this would happen. That I would be kicked out one day. I've been through way worse. This is nothing. I'm sure things will only get better from now on.
I get to the top of the stairs and place my hand on the door nob, pushing it down but I hesitating for a moment.
But… Does it ever really get better?
I try to wipe away the tears as they flow down but only more come. I crouch down on the ground in front of my door, my hand still on the door handle, I cry myself out.
***
Just when I started to think that if each day continued to be hopeless, then I really might be better off dead... I heard from the person I missed the most.
I received an email from my dead brother.
"Your life is a mess, Miss Idris Young.
You're the 'Icon of Bad Luck' and out of everyone, your life is currently a Nightmare!
Have you had enough of your problems and just want to die?
Here's something for you, a life rebuilding survival game that can let you start your life over, and get you out of this nightmare.
We offer you a chance to take part in 'NightMare'.
If you're willing to participate, please visit us at XXX Backster Street."
I push the chair back and stand up at my desk. I stare blankly at the dingy, old computer screen, the light reflecting on my face as I gape at the words. I turn and sprint out of the room, down the stairs and out of the hell hole, my lungs burst for air but I don't slow down.
The 'life rebuilding' email was ridiculous. But I know one thing for sure, this email was sent by my brother who had passed away.
A dead person sending an email... I know that's impossible. But our secret place, XXX, was more than enough, to lead me there.
I pant as a cramp starts to sting in my side but my running doesn't falter, I'm almost there.
I close my eyes for a moment as I run, mentally remembering the path.
The first X is the entrance, I vaguely see the red mark on the lamp post as I run past.
The second X is the telephone pole right after the turn. I don't bother to glance at that one as I dash the final hundred meters.
And the last X. It's marked on the innermost part of the alley, on the hideout, you won't see it unless you look for it.
I stop right in front of the peeling wooden door. I double over as I try to get my breath back and in the light of the setting sun, I see a single card tapped to the red X.
I pull off the single-sided card from the door, the paper is black and feels heavy in my hands, on one side of it is a large, red, cursive N.
I swallow, my hands shake slightly. A card....? No one else should know about this place, not even mom and dad. Could it really be...?
I don't finish the question, it can't be him, he died five years ago. I flip the card over and am greeted by typed white lettering.
"Dear Miss Idris Young,
You will immediately be enrolled in 'NighMare' when you open the door. You will not be able to return until you finish.
This is a survival game and your life will not be guaranteed. Do you still wish to continue?"
I grip the corner of the letter tightly until it crumples slightly at the corners. So it's telling me to risk my life to rebuild it? That I might die once I go inside?
The wind blows through my hair and I reread the letter again.
A mysterious email from my dead brother. I give a slight laugh that sounds more like a sob. I bring my hand up to the softwood of the door, Allison's and Auntie's words from earlier come back to me.
'An orphan bitch should know their place.'
'I just hope she gets hit by a car or something.'
There should be no reason to hesitate. Whatever I chose or wherever I go, at least it will be better than being here.
I grab the door handle firmly in my hand and pull the old door open wide.
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