It’s all an awful game.

I’m not sure how it started, or why it happens, but it’s torture.

I lay chained in a bed. I’m not sure how I got here, or why I’m here in the first place, but I’ve been here for hours, playing a “game”. It’s instructions were written on the ceiling.

“60 SECONDS IN A MINUTE. ONE SECOND OUT THE WINDOW. ONE CHANCE OF SEEING IT. NO CHANCE OF LIFE.”

I hear the clock ding. It’s been exactly one minute. I have sixty seconds to look. I wait and count.

4–5–6–7–

I have to look for just once second.

10-11-12-13-14–15–

I look out the window across from my bed. I see nothing. Relief hits me. There’s only a 1.67% chance you see it. The problem is, that’s the chance every minute.

I hear the ding again. I inhale slowly. My limbs shake. I count the seconds, hoping that I pick the right one.

21–22–23–24-

I look up into the window. I see nothing. Relief hits again. I know it won’t be long before I see it. The game wasn’t meant to last forever. I breathe out slowly, and I stare a the ceiling. I read the words again.

“NO CHANCE OF LIFE”.

I hear the ding of the clock. The shaking worsens. My force air out of my lungs. Sweat oozes down my face. I continue to stare at the ceiling and the words as I count down the time.

24–25–25–27–

I breathe in. I try to stay calm.

29-30–31–32–33–

I look out the window. A red eye looks back at me. Not a second passes before the glass shatters and it races toward me. I scream. It’s all I can do.

I knew all along that this was how it would end.