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Stop lying

Chapter 2 - Stop lying


I woke up in an unfamiliar place. I looked around for a while struggling to make sense of where I was….have I been kidnapped? Then I saw Mason walk in. “How are you feeling now?”

“Where am I?”

“You’re trapped in here for two days with your best friend. Don’t you remember?”

Then I thought hard and soon enough, everything came flooding back to me. “But you died...right?”

“No. I am not dead. Why would you say that?” He asked, offended.

“You were having a nightmare and talking, screaming and then I...you were sweating and breathing rapidly, and all of a sudden you stopped breathing.”

“I guess I must’ve passed out or something.” He said opening a can of coke. “I tried to find a signal but no luck.”

“Who works here?”

“I don’t know...but I know it’s no one in their right mind,” Mason said. Then he paused. “You said I was having a nightmare...and talking..what was I saying…?”

I looked at him for a while. “You seriously don’t remember?”

“No.”

“It was about...spiders.” I lied. I didn’t want Mason to judge Nichole. It’s not Nichole’s fault. It’s Ella’s.

He looked at me disappointed. “Why are you lying to me?”

I sat not looking him in the eye. “Let’s not think or talk about that, let’s just think about a way to escape here,” I said walking over to the window. No way I was gonna jump off. Hell no. Even though all the action movies I've ever watched..which is a lot, people jump off buildings and stuff like that, I wouldn’t dare. Never!

“Why are you not telling me?”

“Because...just leave it.” I said getting annoyed.

“You know, that’s your problem isn’t it? Always just keeping it in. You don’t share anything do you!” He shouted.

I fell silent for a while. He just kept on shouting.

“Don’t you dare shout at me!” I snapped almost pushing him.

“I hate shouting at you, but you irritate me so much. I care about you so much and I ask you to just do me a favor and you can’t just do that. Today, I took you out here for you and I to enjoy ourselves like the olden days, I’m always taking care of you…”

“I’m sorry okay? But I can’t tell you because I know---”

“Just stop.”

“I don’t mean to hurt you like that, I know I was being a bit annoying---”

“A bit?” He exploded. He walked over to me. “A bit?”

“Stop shouting at me!” I hissed. This wasn’t like Mason....it’s almost like...it’s someone else..hmmm....like the movie---

“I fucking hate you! I hate you! And I mean it!” He screamed straight to my face. He stormed out the room without looking back.

I froze. Then my heart crushed into pieces. I sank down on my knees and closed my eyes. I just sat there, I had no tears...I felt sad, mad and bad but....no tears. I couldn’t breathe properly but I just kept thinking. My lips were trembling but I wasn’t crying....where were the waterworks? What’s going on?

I wished he hadn’t said that... I’ve known him for sixteen years and he just tells me now that he hates me? He hates me now? Has he always hated me? Why would he get so mad at such a stupid dream? I’m trying to protect him and Nichole. If he found out what Nichole, sorry, Ella, had done...he’d never be able to look at Nichole in the eye, I mean...it’s hard enough him having to see the girl who’s, wait...her twin, that stabbed him and tried to drown him and--

I stood up and looked outside, no one was there. The gate was still chained up...I wiped my tears away. I went to the ladies bathroom. I splashed my face with cold water. And after a while, I came out to discover Mason sitting near the window.

I sat on the seat furthest away from him. The Mason I knew...never ever lashed out on me...ever...we’ve always been friends...this..this isn’t normal...

We sat in silence probably for about an hour of awkward silence and tension in the room. I didn’t dare go up to him. That was not an option...I just needed Gemma here….she’s always...there...she always has a solution to fix everything…

Right now I feel so alone. I don’t even know who I am anymore...I just feel empty...I feel like I’ve just lost a whole part of me. I feel empty and...I just...I can’t...I can’t do this...I can’t...I just can’t...if he really hates me...then I’m just....nothing. I walked over to the kitchen and quietly sat on the floor covering my face with my hands. I’m mad at myself. I hate myself for what I’ve done to him and how ungrateful I am...

I kept blaming myself for what seemed like minutes which turned to hours and finally I fell asleep.


I woke up on top of a desk. I got confused. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. It was 6pm. I sat upright. My skin was really soft but I could feel my eyes were puffy. I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes weren’t red, thank goodness, but you can clearly see I was crying. I washed my face and realised I had been asleep for 5 hours. I opened the cupboards looking for any cream and I saw one unopened cream bottle. I smiled and applied it to my face. I then ran my hands through my hair as I remembered Mason’s words. I took a deep breath in and a deep breath out. I then smiled at myself in the mirror. “I don’t need him.” I whispered. “I can live. I don’t need him.”

Of course I didn’t believe what I was saying. Who would? If your best friend that you knew since birth told you, I hate you, I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t be smiling.

I opened the door and was walking towards the kitchen when I noticed Mason’s jumper. I took it and remembered immediately what had happened before. I’d fallen asleep and he must’ve placed me on the table and given me his jumper as a cushion. Then I remembered something else. He must’ve been sleeping on the chair next to me...I held onto the chair and realised he didn’t just sleep on it because he wanted to...but because---

“I was worried.” He said startling me. I handed him his jumper. I looked at him properly. He must’ve been crying...his eyes were puffy like mine but his voice was also strange. He took his jumper and walked over to the other side eating his doughnut and coke.

I stood still looking at him. Waiting for him to tell me it was just a joke or he didn’t mean it. But...nothing. I went to the kitchen and found a packet of gum. I took it and sat on the spinny chair Mason was sitting on before. The head was wet. No. He must’ve had a nightmare again….damn...I didn’t realise…

I immediately got up and walked over to him and sat in front of him.

“You were mentioning Nichole’s name and screaming...you kept telling her to not kill you...then you were screaming again..telling her you couldn’t breathe…” I blurted out. Mason looked at me for a while trying to understand something. I don’t know what but he was just...thinking….

“So you didn’t tell me because you were worried that I would hate Nichole and won’t forgive her…”

“Yeah…” I said. “It wasn’t Nichole...it was Ella and you know it but...it’s like you still aren’t sure...almost like you don’t believe Nichole, even though you’ve seen Ella for yourself. I know it’s hard to look at Nichole right now, I mean, she’s Ella’s twin after all...but you can’t just....it’s not Nichole’s fault but she still feels like it is and we can’t even trust her and....it’s hard...the stabbing, the drowning, the shooting....but Ella..she’s locked away now...no harm can be done now...okay?”

He sighed. Then he walked up to a window...the gate was still locked. He looked straight at the roads but I kept waiting for him to say something….

“Are you okay?” I finally asked as I walked up to him. He looked at me again. “Yeah.”

“Did you really mean...what you said before?”

“I shouldn’t have shouted at you...I should’ve stopped myself but I just couldn’t...you just...I just feel like you’re ungrateful at times.”

“I agree.” I said.

“I’m sorry...I just couldn’t help it. I’m sorry. I hate myself for saying that...I’ve never said that and it hurts me that I just said that at just a silly thing.”

“It wasn’t silly...you deserved to know and I didn’t tell you because I was thinking of myself and not you. I thought I was protecting you, I really did and I’m--”

“You’re always trying to protect someone by hiding something but sometimes...it’s better to say...” Then he gave me the biggest hug ever. “I love you and you are always going to be my best friend, no matter what.”

Best friend huh? Great. I then hugged him back. “You mean the world to me and when you said that to me...I just--”

“I love you. I don’t hate you. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you. That was terrible of me. I shouldn’t have shouted at you.”

“You told me that you hated me and you were serious…”

“I snapped. I only hated you then, but now I don’t. I’m scared myself. I’m scared that maybe one day I might lose it and really hurt you.”

“I will still love you. I will never hate you. I can’t hate you.” I smiled. Then I held onto his arm. “You are the best. And I will always be by your side.”

“I will too. And I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“Did you take your meds?” He asked.

“No, it’s only 6:30.” I said and smiled.

“Okay.”

I sat on top of a desk and Mason sat next to me. I gave him gum and we both sat for a while. “Can I ask you something?” I asked.

“Yeah.” He said.

“Why do you think you’re having these nightmares?”

“To be honest...I don’t know.”

“You scared me really badly. I really thought I was going to lose you, I mean I tried to wake you up but you wouldn’t wake up. I couldn’t lift you up because I was all weak and then I had to roll you on your back. You were still having difficulty breathing so I took off your jumper and your shirt was all wet from sweating and then you suddenly went all quiet….and that’s when the panic started.” I smiled sadly. “That was the most scariest moment of my life and I didn’t know what to do. What was I supposed to do? I want to be a doctor and I’ve not even learnt a lot of stuff and it’s all--”

“It’s not your fault...it’s...you know..” He paused. “You missed a lot of stuff but you still made it, I mean you know some stuff but...”

“Yeah.” I exhaled. “At least you’re alive. I’m not okay am I?” I laughed as I wiped my tears with my sleeves. “You’re so kind to me and always ready for action while I on the other hand just stand there and let the panic swallow me whole.”

“There’s a reason I always carry your emergency medication with me. In my little bag.” He said opening it and showing my Buccal Midazolam.

“Nerd.” I punched him lightly on the arm.

“Always got to be ready for the unexpected...right?”

I gave him a huge smile. “You really are a hero.”

“Yeah...I guess I am.” He said.

“Want to have some fun?” I said. He smiled.

I went over to the fire extinguisher and opened it. I started to spray all over the floor and soon enough, it looked like a snowstorm had hit the office. I then sprayed it all over the ceiling.

Mason grabbed an office chair and I stood on one and then he pushed the chair to the other end of the office while I tried to hold my balance. “I did it!” I shouted excitedly as I got off the chair without losing my balance. “Your turn.”

Mason stood on the chair and I pushed him as hard as I could. He grabbed hard onto the chair and jumped off as he was about to hit the wall.

Then we both realised, “This is too easy, something harder now.”

I moved the tables from each other, then I got another spinny chair and took it for myself while Mason held onto his. The place looked like an obstacle course.

“We need to get to the other side without, breaking the computers as we will definitely be made to pay the damage.”

Mason stood on one and I did on the other one. We counted to three.

“3….2….1...GO!” I shouted and held onto the chair and pushed as hard as I could. Mason was already ahead of me but I knew sooner or later he was going to fall. And I was….wrong. I kept dodging tables but all of a sudden, I fell straight on my arm hitting the place where Ella had hit me. My head was throbbing and I was in pain. Don’t worry, no waterworks....yet.

“I’m fine. I’m fine.” I groaned, my arm throbbing. As Mason tried to come back. I got up and stood back on the chair, my clothes now white and dirty from the ‘snowstorm’.

I jumped back on the spinny chair and continued to do the ‘ICE obstacle race 2020’.

“Oh no you don’t!” Mason laughed getting back on the chair and continuing the race. Mason had now over taken me and I was almost close to Mason when...I kind of ‘accidentally’ bumped into him. It wasn’t my fault...maybe...I don’t know...I did think of it but I didn’t mean to do it! I got up and sat on my chair. “You okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine.”

“Maybe we should really stop. It looked like you were winning so…” I paused. “I’m going to beat you!” I stood back on the seat and started to swivel round. Oh no. I tried to stop it but I ended up hitting my head on a table desk and my leg hitting Mason in the head. Ooof.

I sat still trying to think of something to say but I had nothing apart from a red face of embarrassment. He was on the floor groaning in pain. “Owww.”

“I’m sorry…” I apologised looking at him concerned.

“It’s fine.” He said lying on his back, presumably having the worst day of his life and the worst headache he’s ever experienced. Then he paused. “Have you eaten anything today?”

“No. I’m not going to eat sweets as food. I need proper food. Sweets make me sick if I don’t eat normal food.”

“Okay. There’s some doughnuts there.”

“Makes me sick. Tuna sandwich or some nice salad or---”

“Nothing apart from sweets and chocolates and doughnuts and croissants.”

“Great.” I said.

“You’re not going to eat?”

“I’m not hungry. I’m going to puke and have the worst stomach ache ever. I am not eating. ”

“Typical.” He said rolling his eyes.

He paused for a while. “I don’t want to kill the mood or anything but really what’s your problem?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re always snapping at me or holding something against me and you never cooperate with me, you’re just hiding to yourself….as if you’re scared no one will understand--”

“That’s not true and it hurts me ---”

“I don’t think. I know.” He said looking straight at my eyes. “We’ve got roughly 54 hours trapped in here so you might as well tell me the truth.”

“There is no…” I stopped as I could see he was still looking at me.

There is no point in lying. When you’ve known someone for 16 years...you know when they’re lying.

“I...I don’t know...I really don’t know...I’m just…”

“You can tell me.” He said. “Please. I just need to know why.”

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