Turn Off The Camera Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Chapter 120. I struck a pose as I stood in front of the cameraman making sure to keep my eyes away from the flash as it beamed brightly and the shutter sound filled the room. I held the lotion closer to my face as I struck another pose and waited for the bright flash of light again. The camera man smiled in satisfaction as he leaned down and reached for his camera.

In the mirror, I caught sight of my drenched uniform and a disheveled figure staring back at me. Meanwhile, Cindy's mocking laughter pierced through the walls from outside, and each giggle drove into my ears like nails. … Cindy was gone from her seat when I came out with water still dripping from my hair. The crew exchanged nervous glances. Their gazes were filled with a mixture of emotions. "What happened?" I asked, instantly on guard. Just then, the co-pilot stepped out of his cockpit, and he seemed uneasy. "Nothing happened. It's just that Cindy's inside, and Mr. Crowley asked me to come out."

The override code. My neck muscles seize. I can't look away. I try to close my eyes, but the neural patches behind my ears send a sharp, stinging impulse that forces my eyelids to flutter open. "Look," Evelyn commands. The playback begins. 4x speed. Chapter 1: Me in my bedroom, fingers frantic, discovering the app. The look of shock on my face. Chapter 2: The kitchen counter. Coffee spilling. My head thrown back. Chapter 3: The shower. The steam. The phantom hands.

She said tapping my chin softly and left. ———- My room greeted me with its familiar stillness. I locked the door behind me and leaned back against it for a second longer than necessary, steadying myself before the house swallowed me again. I straightened and walked in. The Camera was there. High in the corner blinking red. Watching. How could my father allow this? I wanted to look away as per his instructions but I couldn’t help it when I knew he was there watching my every movement. My pulse thundered enough that I pressed a hand to my chest.

" His mind started to get foggy. In a haze, he thought he saw the girl in the red dress. She was standing in the snow, smiling at him. "Ethan, come home with me." He reached out to grab her, but all he got was air. His hand dropped without strength. The bathtub water was then completely red. Outside, the snow kept falling, covering every sin and every deep feeling. The picture was stuck at the last moment. That was the last thing Ethan saw. There, by the table, was a photo.

I knew the schedule. I looked up at the camera in the corner. It swiveled to follow me. I smiled at it. A cold, hard smile that I had learned from Dante. You want to fix me? I thought. You have no idea what you've unlocked. I raised my hand and flipped the camera off. "Come and get me," I whispered.

"I'm going to the dorms to watch some film. See you tomorrow." As I walked back to my room, the sun was disappearing. The campus was turning into a sea of long shadows. I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I didn't turn around. I didn't want them to know I was onto them. I reached my door and went inside. I didn't turn on the lights. I sat in the dark, looking at the door. I pulled the photo out of my wallet. I looked at the kiss. "You can turn off the cameras," I whispered. "But you can't turn off what is real."

“It’s not like her to miss a meeting. She must be REALLY sick.” “Super sick, I heard.” “Popping cold pills like candy.” They were laying it on pretty thick, but I figured that was a good thing. I listened as my team kept lying on my behalf as I struggled to find the damn button that would turn off the camera. Finally, I found the button under the mass of fur and my camera clicked off. “Oh no,” I said in mock exasperation. “There it goes again. My camera just turned off. Looks like it has a mind of its own.”

"My name is Anderson Grey, chief police of downtown Oakland. Since the crime took place in this area, my team and I would handle the case." I could still feel his eyes fixated on me. However, I noticed a glimpse of movement. One of his hands seemed to move under the table and searched for something. From my experience in watching crime dramas, I guessed he was searching for a button to turn the camera off. My speculation was correct when I heard a tiny beep sound throughout the silent room. I lifted my face and looked to where the camera was and saw that the red, circular dot light was no longer showing. He really turned off the camera. But why?

He went round to the other side and let himself in. He stretched his hand forward, and she perceived he wanted to deactivate the camera. “C-could you,” she stuttered as her hands jerked forward and slightly pushed his. “Not turn it off. I want to watch afterwards. “Alright, then...let’s get on the road.”