Gambler

I want to help you

"Either you're special, or you're doomed to slowly smolder piece by piece, under the sight of prying eyes."

Author. Starting life with a clean slate is possible... What to do with the rest that are written? Acrid tongues of flame, flaring up with each passing second, reached for the heavens, raising with them a plentiful, dark cloud of smoke. Hundreds of people in orange suits raced away from the low but wide building, along the relentless flames. Hundreds of painful screams, screams of terror... Shots. Now, choose: either your life or someone else's. It doesn't matter whether it's a friend or an enemy, and everyone, without hesitation, put everyone else on the line by choosing their lives. "Haonsville Maximum Security Prison, Code Sixty-Three!" man tried to shout over his own scream of terror in his head. I demand reinforcements! "I demand reinforcements! We're g...!" A shot rang out... The loud, piercing screams of weapons. His eyes faded into the night, and his trembling legs finally calmed down. The strong fingers gradually unclench and allow the radio to crumble on the hot ground like red-hot lava. A scarlet stain painted over the dark shape, right next to the heart... The man bends tightly to the ground. At that hour, the fire did not frighten everyone. Definitely not him. The index finger flies off the trigger of the gun. The young man, whose eyes were expressionless, stepped over the cooling body without a trace of regret and headed for the exit. Does he know fear? Not at all... He's just learned to control it. Cold green eyes run over the fire, and the phenomenon, in obedience to them, seems to dissolve. How long do you have to endure in order not to feel anything at such moments? He doesn't care about the fire, the gunshots, the painful, dying screams. Not the innocent man he doomed to death in one fragile, unfortunate second. Indifferent, devaluing everything around him, and no one dares to go against him. What could be more terrible than the fear of one's own death? Stepping on the scorching floor, along the rushing people who were so afraid of getting burned on it, catching it. He senses someone else's fear and enjoys it. He feels that absolutely everything is subordinate to him, he feels this power. A faint smile breaks across his pale, dead face. Shots were heard behind him, another scream... Green-Eye walks outside and stops. The lungs are filled with fresh air mixed with poison. "I missed you" runs through your head and your lips spread harder, catching your cheekbones. Every night he replayed in his mind that day, that moment. Just imagine what a person feels when he gets his own, stolen by others, back. He was deprived of his liberty, and he deprived them of their future. He took their lives. Someone heard his call, or everything was set up?.. Slowly, the boy turned to the fire and, silently thanking him, disappeared into the depths of the forest, to the cracking sounds of the crunching of trees and the eardrum-cutting sound of sirens. I have a plan in my head. He knows which way to go and why. For whom. Soon, the long-forgotten collection of broken toys will regain its meaning. "You'll be next... New, in his collection of dead dolls.

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29. August. Susan. Nowadays, people who think in a completely different way are considered crazy. You're either a puppet and obey society by following the rules, or you go against it and make the rules yourself. And the extreme option is to live in your own secret world, where access to it is closed to others others. Where the ordinary world seems to you to be just a dummy, a dull sound. Flash. A momentary scream in my head. In the end, when reality and the secret world begin to get confused, you soon cease to distinguish between reality and illusion... Drops of blood. More screeching. "Susan?" A muffled voice cuts through the air and dissolves instantly. ... And that's when you go crazy. "Susan, can you hear me?" "Huh?" "Do you remember what I told you a couple of minutes ago?" "Control your emotions and actions, they can be irreversible." The psychologist hesitates to answer. "I said that yesterday." Dim eyes hung on the floor. The wind outside the window squealed intermittently. The curtains clattered on the icy glass. "Do you think I'm crazy?" I ask the question, as if I know the answer. "I didn't say that." "I read between the lines." Silence falls. She understands that at this point, I won't give her that key of trust from my soul and let her get into my head. But still, he tries again: "How I wish I could see you..." The woman's calm voice grew even quieter, and her bright eyes tried to find mine. I deliberately create a rustle with my foot and the woman's gaze is evenly tuned to me. "Do you want to know how I imagine you?" I continue to be silent, and when I realize that the pause is quite long, I agree. "Every time I hear your weak voice, I imagine it blending into your thin body. I see in front of me a fragile girl, confused, defeated by time, who now sees no need to hide her flaws, which she no longer thinks about before going to bed. It's because she's doomed to think about how to protect her heart and everything inside of her," her eyes kept looking into mine, and the exact words kept her anxiety down and on the other end. I move closer, leaning my knees on the low glass table. "It's so simple and amazing... She did not dare to touch her native dark hair, which over time fell below her shoulders, as well as did not dare to emphasize her crystal clear, blue eyes..." "How do you see them?" "Fading. Losing faith and hope in everyone but themselves," she continues after a pause. "You're trying to find the truth when there's nothing but lies around you. So what's the point of hiding your own from yourself? "I'm not lying to myself. I am pure to myself, as I am to you." "Then why don't I believe you? Why are you here?" "... Me.. my aunt made an appointment with you. Back then, a few months ago." "So what's stopping you from leaving right now?" Something made you come back here. I paused. Her voice was as calm as it had been a few minutes earlier. "So what?" I take a sip of air, which immediately gets it stuck somewhere in my throat. Her calm tone always tried to suppress the anxiety inside of me, and he always succeeded. My eyes ran over the faint wrinkles on her face and crept over her snow-white hair, tied up in a messy bun, and then descended again to her eyes. I'm blowing out clear smoke. "I don't want to make her suffer. Aunt. To become its main epicenter of problems, as if it simply has no other problems. She would like it to help me." "Your memories aren't completely erased, all that's left is to find a clue. A snag that's bothering you," she looked away from me back to the floor, thinking. "You try to help others, you just can't cope with this pain anymore and you already take it for granted. You want to help yourself, but after hundreds of failed attempts, you don't know how. "And how?" I cut through the screech of the wind outside the window, and suddenly there is silence. "How can I help myself?" "Tell me," she said, moving closer. "Tell me, when did it start?" I can't trust her or just.. I don't want to? I pause again, hold my breath again, but when it doesn't save me from the problem, I have to let him go with part of the silent word. "On the night of August 24, the Haonswil Maximum Security Colony, for life prisoners, was set on fire," the radio suddenly turned on, breaking the silence. "Well, no, buddy, I needed you this morning. Not anymore," the woman scolded the device and slowly trudged towards it. "At the moment, the institution is identifying evidence for examination. Some claim that several inmates managed to escape as two inmates were seen by cameras on the road on their way to San Francisco. At the moment, the investigation is ongoing. Staff at Haonswil Prison were unable to escape. Except for Sheriff Bloodgut. He is currently serving in a New Jersey hospital, his condition is extremely serious, he will not be able to comment on this situation at this time. "What's the matter?" My eyes are fixed on the talking thing, my breathing quickens. There is silence around me, and I hear nothing but the voice of the TV presenter hitting my eardrums. I remember the psychologist's last appeal to me. "I can't" I get up from my seat. "However, Sheriff Bloodgut managed to give some clues to the police before he lost consciousness..." "Shut down!" The psychologist weakly slams his fist on the lid of the device. The radio turns off. "Good-bye, Miss Hayness," I say, hoping that she will say the same thing and that I will finally leave this room, which in a couple of days began to grow into me like a bad habit. "Susan." It's like I'm stopping on a trigger. "I know... It's hard for you right now, but it's important to me that you learn to trust me. Without trust in each other, people remain strangers, you know what I mean? And one more thing..." I continue to stand motionless. When will it finally end?.. "I don't think you're crazy, but sometimes it's fate that prevents us from making choices, and things can suddenly turn out differently. And I genuinely want to keep you from that." There is a silence, and it is as if it is in this silence that I begin to look for the main answer. What a pity that I am not able to distinguish truth from lies. Now, however, a voice inside was whispering softly that she wasn't lying. "Don't worry, Miss Hills. I'm certainly not going crazy," I turn around and smile again, giving her the last words and leaving the apartment, with the permission of her warm smile. This world is too accommodating. Too much, even. You never know when he's going to tell you all the secrets or lock up every single one of them. That's weird... There are so many mysteries to unravel, to visit unidentified places, not marked on maps and unnoticed by anyone. Then why don't I want to wake up? "About today's weather," the already annoying computer voice interrupts the train of thought. "It's going to rain heavily all week," I repeated word for word and nodded dribbly. All. The last straw. "Oh, come on! I abruptly get out of bed and dig my fingers into the blanket. "Does this city even know about the existence of the sun?" A grumpy low roar was heard nearby. "You don't know either, do you, buddy?" I rub the top of the head of the lying dog next to me, and he doesn't seem to care. I soothe my hand on the long, soft fur. The animal's eyes continued to look down. "Don't worry, buddy, your master won't leave you. He'll be back soon. "And now let's move on to the news. Tonight, a stranger released alligators and released butterflies from the central zoo. I look up at a small box - a TV. "It's a good thing I don't have such idiots around me..." "A stranger with a guitar on his shoulder started a fire in Forget Glow's main pool, painted over the statue of Gideon in the square with green paint, and filled one of the fountains with detergent," images ran across the screen: a small ball of flame on the tiled slab of the pool, a statue painted with something green, and a fountain hidden behind a cloud of soap bubbles. The dog looks up at the window, at the roar. This was followed by abusive language in a language that did not exist. Realization, I open my eyes. "I would have said it if it hadn't been for you." The window opens without my intervention. A dark hooded silhouette falls into the room, a green spray can rolls out of the pocket of a blue sweatshirt, and a guitar of the same color falls to the floor. The dog jumps out of bed and jumps on its owner, wagging its tail happily and running beside him. The hood falls from his dark hair, ruffling his curls. A guy calms down his friend. "How?!" The only thing I asked was as I looked around the clump with huge green lights fidgeting around the room. Two huge eyes calmed down on my face. "They wanted to devour my soul!" "Well, congratulations. You've broken your own record. In less than a day, you were released from house arrest," Taylor fluttered his eyelashes innocently. "Just try to say that... "I don't care?" Oh yes," he snaps, quickly scrambles to his feet and begins to look around the room again, this time more closely. "Oh, the new hairstyle?" Aunt Tera told me not to follow in the footsteps of the Darknet. "Are you talking about being crazy and sent to a madhouse for stealing adult nipples?" "And how did anyone come up with the idea of making nipples for adults?.." "Well, someone had to find an improved way to never grow up," he said, walking over to the table and popping a long-cooled nacho into his mouth. "If I was in my late forties, I'd definitely get one for a few thousand bucks, or save this universe right from home." "Adult nipples?" "I won't give you a discount." I exhale painfully. "Your parents will kill you... You're lucky that none of them have returned home yet, you'll still have time to write your will before..." With a heavy exhale, Taylor takes off her sweatshirt and throws it somewhere in the corner. I quickly turn away and crash into something prickly. "It always works." "Damn... Stop doing that!" I rub my face and open my eyes. "Look, Taylor, you can't tell me... How long has it been since Christmas?" "I have no idea. A week ago?" "Six months." "How quickly time flies," I heard a crash on the bed, and I turn back with the same apprehension. The guy was wearing a T-shirt, smiling broadly and putting his hands behind his head. "Is it exactly six months ago?" Am I still that nineteen-year-old cute boy? "Yes, that idiot." "Are you going to file a police report against me for seducing minors?" "You're only a year older than me," I pick up a cap from the table and throw it at the guy, but he deftly dodges it. "Oops! Another miss." "I mean, it's time to get that thing out." Mr. Hagrid has been crazy about her for days. "Yes... He's crazy about her." "Just because you somehow nailed a Christmas tree to the ceiling doesn't make it any less noticeable." "This is done so that this fluffy flea does not get it!" The gray plump cat began to caress the owner's legs. The guy gently pushes it away. The cat starts hissing. "Disgusting!" I don't know what I would have done if it hadn't been for him. I remember opening my eyes for the second time... Like a bright room, my eyes were blinded, and I immediately closed them. How I tried to find the source of the sound that woke me up. How I saw him... I remember that hesitant, confused look. I remember a guy with curly dark hair and light eyes like two emeralds. I remember not recognizing him... All these days I was trying to get my mind in order, and only Taylor and Auntie Tera tried to help me. I received a notification on my laptop. The guy's ears perked up, and a second later he was at the device. "Fans?" "Sam sent Thompson," he laughed a ringing laugh and began typing on his phone. "I take this opportunity... My computer is broken. Will I do an astronomy project on yours? "Are you talking about the one I devoured the other day?" "He's the one." "It's coming," the guy drove away on his chair in the direction of the closet. I grab my laptop from the table and climb onto the bed. Tei laughed again. "What a moron! I told you, he's a weakling, he won't climb over this fence, did I? Drive fifteen bucks, toothpick!" Disgruntled shouts came from the phone. Taylor kept laughing. "Wait, second line," the friend picks up the phone. "I can't speak now. It's very interesting..." The smile slowly faded. His caustic eyes crept over my face, and seeing nothing in them, the guy left the room. The unintelligible words fell silent. Apparently, Taylor went down to the first floor. Will he tell you who it is and what happened? Isn't it?.. You don't have to think about it. The screen blinded my eyes. I hover the cursor over the desired program, as I miss and accidentally open a folder called "Thompson nerd". "What's that?" I click on the only file, and a couple of seconds later, a photo of a girl in an unnatural pose, strewn with leaves, spreads across the screen. I quickly close my mouth in shock. His eyes ran uncontrollably over the lines... " A tragic incident on an Advisory Call. A 17-year-old girl was murdered and her body was found near Forget Glow's main mental hospital. A poker checker was also found with her and... " "Listen... I need to leave. On business. I frantically close the article." "A.. a.. Who?" "Have you found a program to do it through?" "Yes... I... I think I found everything I wanted. Go. I'll keep an eye on Aron." I take my foot off the bed and immediately get a sharp claw blow in response. "And Hadrid! I'll keep an eye on Hagrid!" The cat hissed at me again and hid under the bed. The guy snapped his fingers, smiled, and almost ran out of the house. A loud roar of the car's engine was heard, and gradually the scream evaporated into the darkness. I exhale. I open the article. I'm trying to scroll through the photo below, but it ends with "... sword and..." Again, I run through the letters and try to read what I had to miss, due to the fact that the paper peeled off in some places. I'm taking a closer look. "January 23. Rachel Humamy..." Present... Author. This day passed by the people of Hevrost too quickly and unexpectedly, just like all the previous ones. But for some, this night was just the beginning of the day. A quiet whim, seemingly full of pleasure and incomparable silence of caressing, cool air. For everyone, the silence of the threatening night was like the delicate smell of harmless cornflowers, giving only calm. Most of the inhabitants of this town quickly got used to the silence around them, so much so that at times they could leave the front doors of their houses open. The night was like a bad habit, a habit slowly dripping along life. And, who would have thought, just assumed, that someday, the hands on the clock would slow down? The time approached midnight, plunging everything into a mysterious darkness. It is at this moment that the most secret, sometimes even crazy thoughts creep into your head, and the one you were just a couple of hours ago is replaced by another person who has been hiding somewhere in the darkest corners of the soul for so long. This personality will make anyone who dares to stop her from luring you to the other side step aside. The side of evil, cruelty and impenetrability. A game without rules. The two guys kept the silence in the room, each thinking about his own thoughts. Expensive furniture, paintings and only priceless silvery light flowing down the walls. There are so many problems hidden from prying eyes. The two of them never uttered unnecessary words unnecessarily and for no reason. They were too expensive for them, like a bar of pure gold. Darkened in the gloom, green eyes run over the mercilessly slaughtered animal, locked in a glass frame - a painting. For the umpteenth time, the guy whose blond hair has fallen a little over his forehead brings a cigarette to his lips, exhales acrid smoke into the ceiling and inhales the smell of this sweet cherry. There's a picture in my head... Here, he sees a weak animal rushing through the forest, here he hears the shot of a gun, how the beast falls to the ground, and now the guy sees how scarlet blood runs down his fragile body, staining everything around. And he loves it... "What are you going to do now?" The other blond-haired guy asks, having finished placing the weapons evenly on the table, along with bullets and other things. "In the plan?" "With this city. What now? You didn't just come back, did you?" To this, the guy was silent. He pretended not to understand. How irritated he was by the questions. As soon as he gets rid of some superfluous ones, new ones come to mind. Green-eyed extinguishes his cigarette on an ashtray by screwing it in and ruining its perfectly smooth appearance. "Don't pretend you don't know what I mean." "And what do you think?" "Help, they're attacking!" Anybody! A voice was heard outside the window, and the boys eliminated their gaze on the dark street. "Don't touch me!" A woman's loud screech. The green-eyed man slowly rises from his seat and walks over to the window. No, certainly not rushing to her aid. Quite another... "It's the same as always," he replies coldly, watching as the stranger pressed his frail body against the garbage can, jerked back and forth. Listening to the cries for help and the way someone else's throat bursts with their own screams. "Tell everyone I'm back," a hoarse voice breaks through the silence and draws the blue eyes of another. "It's time to play...