*LIARS - PART SIX - "DOLL HOUSE"* As we awoke the next morning, I felt tired, unclear, and most of all, homesick. Oh, how I missed my family. My mother, father, and sister. Oh, how I missed my friends, whose names I can't seem to remember, oddly enough... The sound of eggs sizzling in the kitchen did not go unheard, and I quickly noticed that Verina and Jose had woken up already, thus leaving me in the room to sleep. I got out of bed, like I had that one fateful morning, and exited the room. Out in the kitchen I could see Delyndra cooking, the smells of scrambled eggs and toast seeping into my nostrils as I limped forward. "Good morning!" I said, then grunted, as my arm suddenly began to hurt again. "Morning," said Delyndra, "You okay, there?" "No," I told her, "I broke my arm..." "Oh! Roosevelt! You're awake!" said Verina, running into the room. I groaned, clutching my arm, "My arm hurts again..." Delyndra promptly got a hold of some painkillers and quickly gave them to me, although the pain didn't go away for a while. I swallowed, "Thank you..." She nodded, "You'll be fine." Later, she had gotten me a cast for my arm, which helped in making it feel warm, secure, and more... natural. Life got in the way, and caretaker Delyndra set out to the hotel in her high heels, heavy perfume and what looked to be ten layers of makeup. I watched as Delyndra hesitantly stepped out of the door, balancing her entire body with her flimsy shoes as she left the home. Little did I know of the dark secrets held in this home, what I was soon to discover was something un-describably horrifying. I sighed, my breath nearly taken as I thought about how I had gotten here. I was overwhelmed by memories as I pressed a button on the remote, which I had found next to an old, silver television, it's screen covered in dust. In the room there was a scarlet rug which felt as soft as animal fur when my aching feet came in contact with it, and a glass coffee table, with small steel ornaments on it, as well as a burning candle. It reminded me of myself as I stared into the candle when I sat down on the soft and spongy couch, which almost felt as if it was absorbing me. It was memory foam inside the leather cushions. I didn't know what to do at this point. I felt like crying a river of tears just to drown in them, or perhaps dying of dehydration and red-eye from the salt. Just as the wick on the candle was near to drowning in melting red wax. I painfully looked at the television. A funky cartoon was on, there was poorly-drawn, animated characters dancing and bumping around on the screen whilst getting each other into ridiculous situations. Making random objects appear out of nowhere, and attacking each other with the objects as they ran around various rooms, bumping in to other various characters. Alister used to laugh at this cartoon, but I wasn't Alister anymore. Alister Resch is dead, and I'm just a reckless, poor, pathetic soul moping around in an empty shell in which I was violently crammed into. At least, that's how I felt. Was I even... Human? I heard a giggle from across the room as Jose stared at the television from afar. "Haha, I love this show!" he exclaimed. I played along, trying to forget my deep conversations I'd just had with myself. "Yeah!" I gave out a laugh which sounded, frankly, like a dying duck. Fake as plastic. "Roosevelt, huh?" he smirked, "Really? Why not just go by Hugh? That's the name they gave you at the facility." "I'd rather not go by a name." I told him, "Because it'd be abandoning who I really am." "And who is that?" Jose asked me in an almost mocking way. "Alister Resch..." I replied with a tear slipping out of my eye. Jose had kindly comforted me as I apologized for my pathetic behavior, and we all decided to take a look around the home whilst we where staying. Verina was asleep at the time, laying down on the comfortable loveseat in the living room. Me and Jose where walking around the hallways, when we decided to snoop around Delyndra's room. I giggled at the idea when Jose brought it up, "we mind find a couple secrets, indeed!" I told him. "Okay, let's do it!" Jose laughed, opening the door. There was no need to sneak or be quiet, as Delyndra wasn't even home and the only other person there was Verina. A great, big window gave us a pleasant view of the city, and the double bed in Verina's room had a spring mattress and silk blankets. I looked around at some ornaments on a bedside table, admiring the various shapes and sizes the ornaments had to offer. There was a digital alarm clock by her bed, which said the time was 12:30 PM. I was surprised as Jose exclaimed, "Roosevelt! Hugh! Alister! Whatever! Come check this out!" I ran over to him, he was standing in front of a bookshelf, holding an old, torn-up book. The pages looked as if they had coffee spilled over them, then drenched in water and after drying, put into a paper shredder and somehow not getting totally destroyed. I gasped at the book, placing my fingertips on the writing. "What is it?" I asked. "I think it's Delyndra's diary!" exclaimed Jose, turning the page. It read: "Day 13 I'm quitting my job here. The facility is too cruel. Placing so many people in a position that they can't chase after dreams, raise a family, or live over a year,-" I begged him to stop reading, "Stop! Please!" He stared at me blankly, "What?" "So, she worked at the facility... Perhaps we can stop the facility once and for all!" I exclaimed, "We can shut it down, and save everyone!" Jose's face lit up, "That sounds amazing!" But then, I realized something, "Wait, that last part.... We don't get to live for over a year? Do we...die or something?" "I'm sure it's nothing!" laughed Jose, "Stupid facility stuff." I nervously laughed with him, seemingly shrinking as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. *To Be Continued...* *FAVORITE, LOVE, SHARE!*
