Chapter 29: The Truth

"What has she done?" Jacks said pacing around the room. I placed my hand on his shoulder trying to calm him down but he didn't.

"Jacks, she's smart. Hopefully, she'll come back" I said but he shook his head and kept pacing.

"Let's wait here. If she doesn't come back, I'm sorry. But we can't be negative" I said and we all sat down. Jacks was the only one standing up. He was so nervous. We waited for hours. We ended up falling asleep. I woke up and it was three a.m. I heard footsteps, Someone running, fast. "Guys!" I whispered as I woke everyone up.

"Uhhh, we fell asleep?" Damien asked rubbing his eyes.

"Shhh," I said. They all looked at me confused and tired.

"Do you hear that?" I said and the footsteps started getting closer. "Who's there?" Jacks asked, standing up and walking towards the sound. "Jacks, wait!" Said Veronica but he kept walking. Jacks was startled as Clarissa appeared right in front of him. "Clarissa?" He said. She grabbed her knees and started panting. "Oh my god, what happened?" Louise said as she helped Clarissa sit down.

"It's true, they're crazy" she was out of breath.

"What happened?" I asked and we all sat down to let her speak.

"We can't talk about this here," she said and we all returned to Jacks' room. She started explaining,

"I was sneaking around. The guards were on their break, I don't know. I successfully passed the restricted area and I saw this old door. It was filled with mold and it was weird, it looked suspicious. I decided to enter" She rubbed the goosebumps on her arms and continued explaining,

"It was terrible. A room with blood all over the walls, Blades and very sharp things, like the objects they use to kill animals when they make food. There was this fridge in one corner. The only decent thing in the room. I opened it and I saw them"

"Them?" Damien asked.

"Yes, everyone. Claire, Mitchell, and I saw... Charlotte's head laying there" Louise gasped and started sobbing. "They're killers, I don't know why?" She finished and then Damien stood up and said,

"remember Jeffrey Dahmer?" She nodded.

"He killed people, cut their bodies, place them in fridges and ate them. Maybe their cannibals" I felt whatever was inside my stomach rise,

"I think I'm going to be sick" I ran to the bathroom and I started throwing up. How could it be? They are killing the contestants one by one. For pleasure, to eat them. What if we're given that meat as well. That's what made me sick. They could do it to us, I'm terrified. After vomiting, I cleansed my mouth and I returned to the room.

"Are you ok?" Damien and Jacks asked at the same time. I nodded and I laid down on the bed.

"We can't let them do that to us," Jacks said and Veronica was also crying.

"If they do try to stop us, we'll fight them," I said weakly and they nodded. "We'll do it," Damien said. The day passed and we got ready. Planned some things, details on how to survive. At night, we stole knives and appliances in the kitchen handy for combat. We planned on running away. Escaping is the only solution for all of us getting out of here alive. It was risky but we would try anything at this rate. They've been hiding it all right in front of our faces but we figured it out, together. They're cannibals. Aristole, the judges. That explains the looks they gave the first two people eliminated, When Thomas ate blood and Clarissa saw it, when they said it was satisfying seeing us dead. It's all connected. This place, this show, the "instant fame" promise it's all a lie to get us here and kill us for their pleasure. It really is a competition, Not a singing one but one where you fight to be alive. We later figured out that the one that wins first place gets fame, second place gets nothing. But they live. Only two can leave alive and only one can have a great life after. For the price of death We stopped eating meat here after what we learned. We were so disgusted thinking that we could possibly be eating our fellow contestants. People with dreams who are now dead, part of a meal. That is sick and the person who created this show, Aristole, is sick as well.