My
heart was bounding through my chest. I was running and running a never ending
marathon into nothingness. All around me was darkness, I could feel fear
rushing through my body as I ran. I screamed out. Nothing. No echo, no answers,
nothing. My body just kept running. Suddenly I stopped, and dim lights came on.
I was surrounded by giant stone walls, they had vines weaving through, and
there was a thick fog all around. I fell to the ground, and let the hot tears
run down my face. It was like I had been dropped into a bad dream! I ran my
hand through my mane of red hair, and looked down. Oh no! My whole outfit was destroyed. Ugh.
“Jocelyn!!” a taunting voice
called, and then there was distance laughter. I froze. How do they know my
name?
“Jocelynnn!” the voice sounded
closer. I jumped up and ran, millions of twists and turns, and dead ends. A
sickening thought crossed my mind, and it made me slow to a stop. I stood
panting, defeated, and I mumbled to myself,
“Am I in a… maze?” I leaned against
the wall. The water soaked through my sweater, I didn’t even care anymore. I
decided this was nothing but a bad dream and when I wake it’ll all be
gone. So I let myself sleep.
When
I woke it was as if no time had passed. The dim lights, and stone walls all
looked the same. I sighed and for the
first time sense I’ve been here I thought about the plan. I knew the plan by heart, the rest of the
group and I had gone over it a million times. I knew exactly what I had to do
to bring this man down. I knew he deserved it, but I just didn’t know if I had
the strength to follow through. There was a loud crash. I jumped up and looked
around,
“I
will not die in this nasty maze.” But then something happened that made me more
scared then a crash or my name. There were a few simple notes played. Then a pause, and the music grew loud and
angry, and back down to soft and lovely.
I walked toward the noise, it was so beautiful. Finally after ten
minutes, or at least it seemed, I came to a turn. The music was so loud, I felt
it in my bones! I turned. There was a man facing the wall. He played his
instrument, it looked like a cello, so carefully. I cautiously walked forward.
The music grew loud, and louder! A series of clashes and recovery notes hit me
like a bus. When I was almost able to touch him he stopped, so suddenly I
almost fell over. He carefully laid his instrument to rest, and turned. I
backed away as he did so just to be safe, but the face I saw made me cry out in
fear. The man smiling at me, was the man we were planning to kill.
I
didn’t know what to do but look back into his cold grey eyes. He just kept
smiling at me. Maybe he knew about our plan. Maybe he figured us out and was
trying to kill us off before we could get to him! I didn’t know what to do so I
ran. I kept going through the endless twists and turns, until I found a dead
end. Panting, and sweaty, I felt a hot tear run down my face. I could never do
it. I leaned against the wet wall and lingering vines. Then there were footsteps
coming closer and closer, screaming in the silence of the maze. I stood tall
ready to fight, I knew who was coming. He stopped in a few feet in front of me,
smile gone.
“You’ve destroyed so many lives,
including mine. I shouldn’t feel bad for you. You deserve this!” I yelled at
him, my blood boiling. I sounded like I was just convincing myself.
“Come on Jocelyn. Sure I’m not good
in the government biz, but that’s not why you agreed to do this. No, it’s more personal.
Probably something about our childhood right sis,-“He talked to me in a
taunting voice. I interrupted him though
“Don’t call me little sis, you don’t
deserve that anymore. Of course this is personal! You are the worst of worst. Let
your friends hurt me! Left me with our awful mother when you were 16!” I cried
more, and hated myself for it, because he was the last ne I wanted to see me
cry. He just laughed, and began to walk toward me. I was frozen. And as he came
closer he opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was beeping! Awful
loud beeping. I screamed and closed my eyes!
BEEP.
BEEP. BEEP.
I jumped up, and looked around. My
room. My bed. My alarm clock ringing at 6:15 like always. Beautiful sunlight
flooding the room.
“A dream. All of that was… a dream”
I wanted to cry I was so happy. It all had felt so real! But my celebration was
short lived as I remembered the nature of my dream. No matter how much I despised
him, I could not take part in his death in any way. I walked to my desk and looked at the paper that outlined my part in the plan. A heavy sigh escaped me, this stupid plan bothered me so much I'm dreaming about it! I cant.
I made my way down stairs, and to my cell
phone. I dialed the police department, but only stared. I f I did this there would
be no going back.
“What other option do you have Jocelyn?”
I whispered to myself. I picked the phone up with a shaky hand, and hit call.
“911 what’s your emergency?”
“hello, I’d like to report a tip
about conspiracy to kill.”
