Vex~Chapter 3

Author's Note-THIS HAS NOT BEEN EDITED AND REVISED. I realize that there are some errors, and by some I mean plenty. However, I haven't posted in a while and wanted to give you guys a new chapter as soon as possible. That said, without further ado, here is chapter 3 (finally) of Vex:

As much as I wanted to hate Akemi, I couldn’t. She just seemed so sweet. Kind of dark, but still, sweet. I didn’t really have a friend, and Akemi could easily become one. I guess you could say I’m kinda scared that she’d be one of those psycho ladies who stalks their crush or something, or that she’d end up doing something or another and betray me. My imagination is full of crazy stuff, but hey, its better to be cautious and careful than carefree and sorry.

But yet, Akemi refused to leave me alone. She ended up being in all my classes, and if I ever looked just slightly pessimistic, she’d elbow me angrily and whack me with her pencil. It annoyed me, but I refused to knock her out.

And meanwhile, I tried to walk home without her pestering me. “Do you have any food?” She asked, clinging on my arm. “Get off of me, jeez lady. Ever heard of a thing called ‘personal space?’” She paused and thought for a moment.

“Please, do enlighten me with the definition of this ‘personal space.’”

I gave her the stink eye, but she just tried to grab at my lunch box. “Nope. Nope. Nope.” I said. Every time she tried to get a grasp on the lunch box, I’d simply pull it farther out of her reach. I didn’t even know if there was any food in it, but I would not let her win.

Wait, since when was this a game?

While I was distracted, she yanked the lunch box out of my hands. “Hey!” I growled. She chuckled, smiling in an odd sanguine manner that I recalled her having when she first turned and looked straight at me.

“Can I have the rest of your chips?” She asked politely.

Akemi- Steals people’s lunch boxes just to ask in a mannerly fashion if she can eat their food.

I just sighed and nodded my head. She ripped open the plastic bag and started to devour the chips. Dang. I thought. This girl really loves to eat. “Where’s your house, anyway?” She asked, her mouth occupied by the presence of chips. I thought for a second.

“Just a few more blocks. Shouldn’t take that long. Besides, shouldn’t you be on your way to your house by now?”

“Don’t you think that chips taste wonderful?”

“Akemi, shouldn’t you be on your way-”

“I love chips. You should too.” She said abruptly, and turned around and walked off.

When I got home, I unpacked my bag and opened up my binder. I needed to finish this darn math sheet.

And now I see why she gave us a week to do it.

I drummed my pencil against my desk and stared at the problem. “Physically impossible for there to actually be an answer for that.” I muttered to myself, and continued tapping my pencil to my own beat. What was the point in these long mathematical problems? And I mean, why are they asking me? It’s their life problem, shouldn’t they solve it?

I knew the answer, but I didn’t feel like writing it. For some reason, I felt warm and tingly. I could still feel Akemi’s grasp on my arm. Who was Akemi anyways?

“Such a strange girl...” I muttered drowsily. I felt weirdly languid and sleepy. My vision was starting to become hazy, and I started to get up. I stumbled towards the bed, trying to gain my state of sanity. I started to choke, and I could not gather the air in my lungs. I was slowly suffocating.

I felt the water stinging my eyes like pure acid. What’s happening to me? I tried to call for help, but nothing came out. Pictures dispersed and collided again and again.

Hallucination? Insanity? Lunacy?

“It surely is a joy to lose the grip of reality, isn’t it?” Croaked a voice.

“W-Where am I?” I blinked, the light hurting my eyes. “What’s going on?” I shouted, feeling around me. Where... where is this? “Akemi?” Why was that the first name I called out?

“What the- Hey, where are we?” I heard another voice say. “Aw, screw this. Is this some type of joke?”

Suddenly, I regained vision. I looked around and noticed the thousands of people trapped inside of tubes.

I was one.