<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/dyllansmall_zps351171d4.jpg)<br/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Dyllan</strong></span><br/><strong>The Room</strong></div></div>The voice coming back again jolted Dyllan out of his contemplation of escape. It offered a reward for finding the camera but, yeah, he'd heard that one before. He knew that whatever was coming wouldn't be pleasant. When it maliciously offered to share everyone's secrets, he was tempted to stick his fingers in his ears and block the voice out. He didn't want to know people's secrets until they were ready to tell him, it was wrong to gossip about people. He didn't though, he knew if he didn't let them have their fun with the secrets game they'd have to find something else to do to them.<br/><br/>The voice promised to open up the door for them after the secrets, but he didn't really believe that. If he did get to leave, that'd be great, he could go home and cry into his pillow for the rest of the evening and never have to go back to school ever again. But he refused to let the voice raise false hope and so he sat down at one of the desks, resting his head on one hand and listened to the voice that was starting to reveal peoples' secrets.<br/><br/>It started with Brad. He did not want to know any secrets about Brad. The jock would never forgive him or forget that he knew if it was something embarrassing. He winced as the voice described the abuse Brad had suffered, his own gentle nature finding it hard to stand knowing something like that had happened, even to someone who made his life miserable.<br/><br/>He knew that he was coming up next and wasn't sure what the voice would say about him. The voice started by saying that his father was as bad as Brad's. The liars, that wasn't true. He angrily called it out "No, he wasn't. He never hit me or mum" coming instinctively to the defense of his dad. He'd made them both cry more than a few times, but thoughtless and mean comments weren't the same thing.<br/><br/>The voice continued though and he felt his stomach knot with fear as he realized what they were going to reveal about him. The short and simple description brought the memories flooding back to him. Sitting naked on the couch with his dad late at night, his first taste of his dad's liquor burning his throat as the porno movie played softly on the TV. His mum had meant to go out of town and his dad insisted on having a "guy's night in". He hadn't wanted to drink the alcohol his father had poured for him, but he almost never saw his dad any more and he wanted to share the bonding experience with him and make him proud. He'd been even more nervous about the porno movie, particularly when his dad had insisted they take their clothes off.<br/><br/>He remembered, his mum's cancelled flight that brought her home from the airport and the expression on her face when she walked through the door and saw them. The court case, where no one had wanted to listen to him defending his dad. The restraining orders, knowing that the rare visits from his dad would stop all together and he would never see him again.<br/><br/>And now everyone knew. The courts had ordered the case to be private and barred any journalists from covering the story without keeping the names secret, but two years of staying quiet hadn't mattered in the end. This voice had just told everyone the one thing he hadn't wanted anyone to ever know.<br/><br/>It went on down the list in alphabetical order as promised, touching on crimes and tragedies from everyone. He wouldn't have believed the voice if it hadn't been so spot on about his own past. Paul being a murderer? Raye getting raped in the showers? It was all so impossible. He realized though what the voice was trying, it might as well have thrown a golden apple into the room marked 'for the fairest'.<br/><br/>When the voice reached the end he was genuinely surprised to hear the click from the door. He looked up but didn't move, expecting that the door would lock again if he ran for it. Typical bullying trick to give you false hope. Well he wasn't going to play their dumb game.<br/><br/>Instead Jess ran for the door, and...<br/><br/>and...<br/><br/>Dyllan stared silently, his mouth open in horror and then just mouthing the word "No", over and over again several times. He'd just seen someone die. It had been horrible, callous and quick. Despite the warmth of the room he felt like a bucket of ice-water had been dumped on him and he couldn't move from the chair. He just sat, staring at Jess' body, her eyes seeming to meet his but they were cold and empty.