I couldn’t see.

                I couldn’t see anything.

                The blackness surrounding me was swallowing my mind, body, and soul; soon enough there’d be nothing left.

                Screaming.

                There was screaming.

                Not a minute later, I realized that it was my own. My panicked body was fighting for survival, I was clawing my way out of the hole I had buried myself in.

                Just like a slap to the face, the realization came to me.

                I should not have trusted Mary Smith.

                I should not have trusted her with my secrets or my life, because she had just given me up like an endless game that she knew she could not win.

                And just like that, everything changed.

                I was not screaming or trying to claw my way out of an endless hole.

                I was running.

                I was running toward freedom, toward revenge.

                Trees rushed by and branches scratched my arms and face and legs, but I didn’t care. I was only trying to be free again, and yet the forest didn’t seem to have an end.

                Minutes passed.

                Maybe hours.

                Maybe days.

                It never ended.

                And then there was a bright, white light directly ahead of me.

                I found myself strapped to a hospital bed.

                The hallucinations were getting worse, much worse.

                There is something wrong.

                There is something wrong and I don’t know what it is.

                Jamie has disappeared and Mary Smith left. What a bitch. I behaved and treated Mary like a friend, no matter how much I hate her, but she obviously doesn’t care and doesn’t need my friendship. She was always sending me mixed signals about our friendship, and now the truth comes out. She was only using me to get closer to Jamie and I fell for it.

                Jamie.

                Where has he gone? He was here just a minute ago.

                Jamie Marshalls has disappeared and he could possibly be dead. It’s all my fault. If I had been killed that day that Mary almost ran me over with her car, then none of this would’ve happened.

                I wouldn’t have a backstabbing enemy, and Jamie would be safe and sound.

                “You shouldn’t’ve brought us here.”

                Mary Smith, you’re such a bitch. I should’ve left you in the forest. I should’ve run away, far away from you. I could be gone by now, but no. We’re trapped inside a building full of old and destroyed record players, records, cassette tapes, and millions upon millions of other vintage items.

                Why did it have to be you?

                There was a bright flash of light and I was suddenly sitting up in bed in my room where the sheets are soft and the pillows are fluffy and inviting.

                I must be thousands of miles away from that slut.

                Maybe she’s not real.

                I hate her.

                I hate her so much!

                Mary Smith, why must you exist?

                This time I was in a jail cell. A prison cell. I just knew she would turn around and stab me in the back, I just knew it! She became my friend and gave me everything that I wished for. She coaxed me into trusting her; persuaded me. And now I’m paying for it.

                Paying for it with my life.

                But why? What did I ever do to Mary Smith?

                Nothing.

                Absolutely nothing.