Chapters (68)
- Cover
- Dedication
- NOW
- One
- BEFORE
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- NOW
- Twenty-One
- BEFORE
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- NOW
- Thirty-Nine
- BEFORE
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- NOW
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- AFTER
- Fifty-Six
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
There was a sniff, but no tears. Not yet. ‘I heard about it online and I realised there was something to it.’
‘People online.’
‘Yes,’ John replied, even though it hadn’t been a question. ‘There was this group of people, just like me. All around my age. I found somewhere I could finally be myself. It wasn’t long until I saw a few mentions of The Game and what it could mean for people like us.’
‘You used it to do what?’
John sighed, his face still mostly buried in his hands. He wouldn’t look at Mark. ‘It’s a secret place we go to talk about it. Online. Only, I didn’t think it would actually happen.’
Mark tried not to react. ‘So, how did it come here?’
‘Where?’
‘To Liverpool,’ Mark replied, trying to keep his anger in check. ‘I know it’s happened in other parts of the country.’
‘It just happened one day. Someone talked about someone round here and there were a few people who needed to pay for things. That’s what he told us.’
‘Who told you?’
John acted as if he hadn’t heard him and continued on. ‘Each game needs two players. That’s how it works. Then we all vote on who wins. From everything I know though, it’s not like it’s a bad thing, really. It’s justice. Emily and Joanna were both the same – they needed to pay for what they’d done. And they lost. They were punished for what they had done. Only, I thought we were just messing about. I didn’t expect anything to actually happen to her.’
‘And what’s the story with Holly?’ Mark said, but he could already see it. It was crawling all over the room, embedded in the walls. This was just another sad, lonely, teenage boy, who hadn’t got what he wanted.