Truth or Dare

Have you ever wondered what your inner demons might say? [[Yes]] or [[No]]

Even if you don't truly want to know... You need to. [[The truth hurts...]]

Have you ever wondered what your inner demons might say? [[Yes]] or [[No]]

You are: [[Male]] [[Female]]

Bio - Gender: Male Age: 21 Status: Single Schooling: Away in university Housing: In the dorms Siblings: 1? You had a younger sister [[Continue|Continue1]]

Bio - Gender: Female Age: 21 Status: Single Schooling: Away in university Housing: In the dorms Siblings: 1? You had a younger sister [[Continue|Continue2]]

You are: [[Straight|G1]] [[Gay|G2]]

Of couse you are. [[Let us move along|Let us move along2]]

I knew I liked you for a reason. Sadly, you're still in the closet. [[Let us move along|Let us move along1]]

You move into your dorm room the night before classes begin. It's already your third year in University and you're on schedule to graduate in a year, completing the four year plan your parents have drilled into your head. It was a struggle to convince your parents that you wanted to be an English Major. But you managed to prove them wrong by winning a small conest in high school. They've finally accepted that you have talent. You go to your first day of classes to make a good impression. They're smaller classes now that you've gotten deeper into your major. You see your old friends who look at you as you walk into the room. You can't help but make eye contact with them. You were never close to them and they never hurt you, but you were never able to connect with them to form deeper bonds. [[You take a seat in the far corner in the middle row.| Seat1]]

People file into the classroom and your professor walks into your classroom. As many english classes as you have taken over the past three years, you haven't had this professor yet. And you hadn't see her either. Long flowing locks, a burnt hazelnut with caramel highlights, swung against her back as she walked into your direction. The heels of her boots clacked against the tile floor. Her green eyes were pinned on you and she greeted you with a soft smile as she asked, [["Can I sit here?"|Sit1]]

People file into the classroom and your professor walks into your classroom. As many english classes as you have taken over the past three years, you haven't had this professor yet. And you hadn't see him either. He had a wavy short hair, a burnt hazelnut with caramel highlights, hung over his undercut. The heels of his combat boots clacked against the tile floor as he walked in your direction. His green eyes were pinned on you and he greeted you with a soft smile as he asked, [["Can I sit here?"|Sit2]]

You are: [[Straight|B1]] [[Gay|B2]]

Of couse you are. [[Let us move along|Let us move along1]]

I knew I liked you for a reason. Sadly, you're still in the closet. [[Let us move along|Let us move along2]]

You nod and smile with pleasure. You ask her name and strike up small conversations. You ask what her major is. Stupidly enough, you realize at this point in your classes, everyone has the same major. She laughs and states she is an english major then questions if you're one too. You laugh along and state that you are. Class begins and ends quickly with introductions and a skim of the syllabus. Before she leaves, you call out to her asking if she wants to get some food since it's already around lunch time. [[She Agrees.|Agrees1]]

You nod and smile with pleasure. You ask his name and strike up small conversations. You ask what his major is. Stupidly enough, you realize at this point in your classes, everyone has the same major. He laughs and states she is an english major then questions if you're one too. You laugh along and state that you are. Class begins and ends quickly with introductions and a skim of the syllabus. Before he leaves, you call out to her asking if he wants to get some food since it's already around lunch time. [[He Agrees.|Agrees2]]

[[Truth|T1.1]] or [[Dare|D1.1]]

The vibe remains blissful. You've really begun to bond with her, more than any other friend. She asks, "do you want to play a game?" You say, [["Yes".|Yes1]]

[[Truth|T1]] or [[Dare|D1]]

The vibe remains blissful. You've really begun to bond with him, more than any other friend. He asks, "do you want to play a game?" You say, [["Yes".|Yes2]]

"Let's get deep," she says. You look at her sinister smile and find yourself smiling too. "What's your worst fear?" [[You say...|T1R]]

You see your two old friends walk into the dinning hall. She spots them too and see your eyes following their footsteps. "I dare you to randomly sit with them." [[You...|D1R]]

"Let's get deep," she says. You look at her sinister smile and find yourself smiling too. "Have you ever been in love?" [[You say...|T1.1R]]

You see your old friend walk into the dinning hall. He spots him too and see your eyes following his footsteps. "I dare you to get his number." [[You...|D1.1R]]

"Maybe ending up alone." You build up your walls so high and so strong. You planned to observe others from a distance, but you felt a growing lonliness and you let people in. That was your biggest error. You let them protect you through trust, and they grew to be your wall instead. You let them guard you from the outside who appeared more threatening. But you should have seen. While they "guard" you, what do you see? You see their backs turned towards you. You realize it's too late, your walls have been breached by demons who posed as angels, knocked down from the inside out, leaving you vulnerable. The ones closest to you cut the deepest and left apparent scars all because you trusted[[...|Rule1]]

Rule number one: don't let anyone within the walls. Your biggest fear has also become your greatest desire. [[Continue|Next1]]

You ask her a question and she answers easily. Her turn is over before you know it and the question is back to you. [[Truth|T2]] or [[Dare|D2]]

"Yes." It was magical. He was a dream-like light that set your heart aflame. He wisked you away in his pace, saranading you in white lies coated with sweet words. It was perfect. He was perfect. Or so you thought. You were naïve since it was your first love. The first time feeling that burning in your chest and hearing the words "I love you" from someone other than your family. Only he didn't mean it. [[Your love made him perfect.|Rule1.1]]

First loves never work out didn't ya know. Your first love began your first heartbreak. [[Continue|Next1.1]]

You ask him a question and he answers easily. His turn is over before you know it and the question is back to you. [[Truth|T2.1]] or [[Dare|D2.1]]

"Are your parents still together?" [[You say...|T2R]]

"What's the worst lie you've ever told?" [[You say...|T2.1R]]

But you were the reason they continued their brutal ways. The reason they're still together. The reason they and you, still suffer. [[Continue|Next2]]

You barely remember asking her the question. But you did and suddenly it was already your turn again. [[Truth|T3]] or [[Dare|D3]]

"Yes." They're still together and you should be considered one of the lucky ones. But they don't hear the fighting that happens behind closed doors. The slamming ones throughout the house. They don't see the mutual abuse that's cooled with ice packs and covered with long clothes, even during the hottest days. They should have split.Then you would have felt better. Considered them lucky for once. But they didn't. Because you were still in elementry school when it began and when the discussion of a divorce first landed on your dinner plate that one evening. They didn't want to have to make you choose a side. [[And you didn't want to.|Rule2]]

"I'm fine." It's something you always say. It's become a habit to lie throug your teeth and smile as you say you're fine when you feel in your chest that you're not. The tears collect in your eyes, but you bat them away too quick with every blink. If one escapes down your cheek, you play it off as a yawn and that you're just tired. You're not only lying to others, but yourself. You want to be fine and if you say it enough maybe it'll happen.. maybe if you act fine and think you're fine, you will be.. You coulnd't remember what a real laugh felt like. But everyone was happy and you couldn't bare to give that up. [[It was just a sad excuse|Rule2.1]]

What if they discovered the truth? Would they like the real you? Or would they hate it too? As long as you faked it until you made it, they wouldn't have to see the mess you really are. No one, not even you would have to see broken parts you're made of. [[Continue...|Next2.1]]

You barely remember asking him the question. But you did and suddenly it was already your turn again. [[Truth|T3.1]] or [[Dare|D3.1]]

"Have you ever done hard drugs?" [[You say...|T3R]]

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You laugh and look away. You agree and get out of your seat after they sit in theirs a few tables away. You see them laughing and you could picture yourself there with them like last year. A table meant for three. But three never works. One always gets left out. Not on purpose maybe, but it happens. You tried to keep the three of you together, but they only grew closer when you grew too busy. It wasn't your fault. You shyly ask if you can sit at their table and they look at you before nodding in silence. The air has gone tense and your mouth has dried. [[It hurts to swallow|RuleD1]]

Your neck feels like it's being crushed every time you try to swallow. It hurts more to breathe now than when you had a noose around your neck from when you realized you had already been left behind. You couldn't stand their fake smiles and shallow words. The caring that never existed because you never mattered. Everyone has someone else. They had each other. And you had no one.. not anymore. [[You get up from your seat after a few minutes and head back to your table...|Next1]]

You laugh and look away. You agree and get out of your seat after he sits in his a few tables away. You sit in the empty chair next to him. You hadn't talked to him since the break up. He was one of the few you had dated. Your second boyfriend. He stops eating and asks if you missed him and reached out, brushing his hand against yours. You pull your hand away at his unfamiliar soft touch. All his touches had dyed your skin black and blue. [[He was the reason you fell in love with pain.|RuleD1.1]]

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The throbbing on your skin and the ache in your bones kept your mind off the thoughts that chewed at you while you tried to sleep. It became a punishment for any sins that lingered in the back of your subconsious. You pull you hand away and shake your head in disapproval. You get up from the chair and apologize for the random intervention and head back to your table. He had such sweet eyes and a smile to make your heart scream while your actual screams were muffled in fear of being caught. It gave you a reason to cry. Something that didn't seem petty and self-absorbed. [[A reason to want to end it all.|Next1.1]]

"Are you a virgin?" You stare at him a few seconds before getting ready to answer. "No, no." He laughs. "I'm not just trying to get in your pants." He corrects himself as he ruffles the back of his hair, shying away from your gaze. [[You laught with him and say...|T3.1R]]

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"Once." And never again. Not after what it did to your sister. You were too high to remember all of the specifics. The both of you were. You had just turned 18 and she conned you into buying her things she couldn't at her age. There was alcohol and an array of questionable drugs. Niether of you could stand the yelling that occoured in the house. [[Even if it was for a little, you both wanted to forget it all|Rule3]]

The two of you went to the neighbor hood park of your small town and drank using concelled bottles. She smoked and ate the edibles as did you. The world began to slightly spin and you had finally laughed for the first time in so long. You felt high on life with your head in the clouds and your body light. Until there was a scream and a screech which forcibly dragged you down to earth. Headlights became the spotlight, highlighting her bloody body on the street road she had wondered in. Cars normally never came through this area, but this one had. And for whatever reason, he was speeding. [[Your only support, gone.|Why]]

She doesn't press you on your experiences when she sees the discomfort in eyes. Her hand slides across the table snaking on top of yours, her fingers coiling with yours. She had a warmth you had felt before.It was something geniuing and sweet to the point cavities might form. It was as if she could see right through you. Through the ambiguity of your short answers. It was clear that she had seen horrors too. [[If you ever need anyone, I'm here|Found]]

"I not." He may not have been trying to get into your pants, but your uncle had. You had always heard those horror stories, seen it talked about in movies, on the news, but you never expected it would have happened to you. You wondered why he chose you to fulfill his needs.Though you were glad he didn't go after your sister instead. Maybe it was because you looked more like your mother. The woman who had him wrapped around his fingers until your dad stole her heart and got married then pregnant with you. Who knows? You were barely 8 years old when the first attack happened. [[So young...|Rule3.1]]

Too young that your curiosity got the better of you. You heard the noises that summer when your uncle came to visit and should have stayed in bed. But your dry mouth urged you to get up and get some water. That's when you saw. Through his cracked door, beating to a photo of your mother. He stopped at the creak the floor made in passing and your eyes met with his. You assumed he'd get mad and shut the door, but he got mad and used your curiosity against you. You couldn't remember anything at the time except pain and tears streaming down your face. [[Curiosity killed the cat, right?|Why2]]

He doesn't press you on your experiences when she sees the discomfort in eyes. His hand slides across the table snaking on top of yours, his fingers coiling with yours. He had a warmth you had felt before. It was something geniuing and sweet to the point cavities might form. It was as if he could see right through you. Through the ambiguity of your short answers. It was clear that he had seen horrors too. [[If you ever need anyone, I'm here|Found]]

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