trapped

"Hey lets play a game." I look behind me seeing my brother, whenever he wants to play a game its not gonna end well. "Uh what game do you have in mind then?" he grinned, that familiar smug grin he does whenever he thinks he's about to win. Clearly he has been practicing at whatever game he has in mind.

"Hide and seek, but in the dark, and in the abandoned apartments, what do you say?" I shook my head immediately. "The fuck? Hell no." He frowned but didn't actually seem too sad. "Please? Come on you never do anything with me."

"No, dude that's fucking stupid. I am not gonna get myself killed over some fucking game! Its not fucking worth it! Stop fucking asking!" My loud and probably aggresive response seemed to scare anthony. I never blow up, not like that.

"Just. Leave it, ok?" I tried to bring my tone down to a more friendly level, but my tone was still stern and upset sounding. "Sorry, I-I didn't mean to make you upset." I almost scoffed, I knew he just wanted the sympathy, I know my brother, I know arnold.

I sighed and walked up to my room "Just leave me alone for now" I said on my way up. But as expected, just 5 minutes later he didn't listen. He sprinted into the door, somehow managing to grab and twist the doorhandle to make it open, and he flew into my room.

something was in his hand, looked like a piece of paper.

"Hey jonathan! read!" He put the the paper down and sprinted out of the room. I groaned in annoyance, I did not want to deal with his bullshit today. I walked over to the paper and read it.

"Oh hey jonathan you're actually reading this I didn't expect that anyways you have an hour to hide in the abandoned apartments if you don't then I will search here and then find you here and kill you with my new gun tick tock if I don't find you within an hour you will survive just as long as you don't try going anywhere else i got cameras that will see if you try hiding anywhere else" arnold had always had trouble with punctuation, wich explains the fact there was none. But was he being serious? he did just buy 20 cameras.

FUCK

My heart started racing, He was serious. I heard him leave the house. I had an hour, he was gonna kill me, and it was getting dark. I turned around swung my door open and sprinted out of the house. "Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit" I was panicking. I didn't know what to do, this was the first time he had done this.

It was getting dark outside, and cold too. But thankfully, since I had been cutting recently, I was wearing my favorite jacket. I never wanted him to worry, but now I guess he never would've cared.

I got to the apartments, I checked my phone 45 minutes left, I was breathing heavily from running the way there. I had an athletic build but shit, Im not a fucking Olympic. Arnold is smart, I cant just call the cops can I. I rechecked my phone, quickly realizing I had no service. Fucking Arnold. I looked around, There were 14 abandoned apartments in total. each one with three story on them. I wondered if I could hide in a box, in an attic.

I decided to go for the one in the very middle, not something I would normally do. I know arnold knows my thought pattern type things. But I also know that he cant understand that I cant change my ways. i knew this would be a piece of cake.

I went to the third floor, entered the house and saw a hollowed out mattress with several 1 dollar bills, around 70 at least. The hole was more than big enough for me, and the mattress was old. I knew it wasn't arnold, because he only trusts banks, he wouldn't hide his money in such an "Intresting place" As he said.

I check the time. 20 minutes, I had really taken more time than I thought to think of where to hide. I grabbed the face mask my friend had given to me a while ago just before dying. I will always keep this mask safe. I Put the mask on and sank into the hole, putting the other part of the mattress over me into the hole. I tried to get the blanket over it as well but I'm not sure how well I did.

I heard him laugh, I knew it was his time to seek I hid. I waited, and waited. But suddenly I heard him enter the house and scream, "The times fucking up!" I could tell by his tone, that was a lie. I checked my phone, 15 minutes left. I heard footsteps walk towards me, he chuckled. "This is fun, isn't it Jonathan?" I held my breath, not making a sound. "Jonathan, answer me."

I was sure he was leaned over me, so I shoved the mattress up,

BANG

I heard a shot, I knew he had it pointed at me, but I redirected it, and it shot right next to my head. The mattress was off the bed now, arnold had fallen on his ass, I rolled to me left, where he was and I swung my foot to his face.

I felt my shin smash into the side of his head with a crushing force. It hurt my shin and I thought I broke it, but broken is better than dead. Arnold fell to his right, my left. He was however still breathing. I was going to kill him, or he would kill me.

I sat up straight before leaning down grabbing his gun, it as a revolver. I sat straight up yet again, I aimed it at him. I put my finger on the trigger, ready to fire. But I couldn't, he was my brother. But I could, he tried to kill me. nothing would've stopped him either. Fuck it.

BANG

I flinched as blood from his head splattered onto me, and on the wall behind him. I stood up, and limped out of there, I quickly realized the stairs would be a bitch. So I sat at the top of them, waiting for someone to come investigate the noise from the gun.

after around 25 minutes I saw that there was a person crossing the street, but he had to have been at least 200 yards away. I Screamed, "HEY!! HEY YOU! CROSSING THE STREET!!!" He looked to his left, I knew he didn't know where I was. "LOOK AT THE TOP MIDDLE PAIR OF STAIRS!" I watched as he slowly looked towards me. he waved, "WHATS UP?!"

"HEY I NEED HELP!!!" I saw him look around wondering if it was a trap. "PLEASE I THINK I BROKE MY LEG" I watched him jog towards me. A couple minutes later he was there out of breath. He was a fit person, but anyone would be out of breath at the end of the day after needing to do more work. "Hey, I have a gun by the way."

He looked at me, his eyes wide. "Dont worry! I'm not gonna use it I promise!" He nodded "Now what exactly happened?" I sighed, "Well my crazy brother made me play a game of hide and seek, but I've been in the room behind me for around an hour now, this isn't my gun. But, he tried to kill me with this gun. I kicked him, knocked him unconscious, and then shot him with his own gun. i think the kick broke my leg"

He seemed confused, "Wait but how did you know he was gonna kill you?" I nodded realizing I didn't tell him that he shot at me but barely missed. "He did fire, but he missed, by a couple inches." He looked at my leg, wich had been swelling. "Alright, so you can or cant walk?" "Well I can walk, sorta. just not stairs, I might fall"

he nodded before helping me up and down the stairs, "why didn't you call 911 if you had an hour?" I chuckled, "Well my brother, turned my phone off, or discontinued the phonebill or something. also he had cameras so I couldn't just run. If I had tried, I would've died." He nodded, and then we were at the bottom of the stairs.

I grimaced in pain, the adrenaline had been wearing off this entire time but now my leg hurt worse than ever. "My leg really hurts." He nodded, "Hey, I'm Marcus, whats your name?" "Jonathan, thanks for saving me Marcus." He chuckled and said "No problem, just glad you're not dead I guess."

Once we got to the edge of the apartments, he called an uber, to take me to the hospital. "Hey Marcus, I don't have a-" But then he cut me off saying "Dont worry dude, you're hurt, I got you man." I thanked him, A lot.

After a while I was in the hospital, Marcus bid me farewell after giving me his number and email, I thanked him again. I got an x-ray, and found that my leg wasn't fully broken, but split around halfway through. I got a cast to make sure my legs didn't completely snap, and so it could heal. When I got home I thought I saw Arnold. But I killed him, right?