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Escape!

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Escape!

I don’t know how I got here, I don’t know why and I have no way out. I remember nothing of my past and nothing of the events leading up till now. I think I had a fairly normal childhood, from a fairly normal family. All I do know is that I had a very bad headache when I woke up in a cold dark room with a sticky floor.

I never remember what happens at the end of each day and every night I wake up in that same room. It feels as though I've been stuck here forever and no one has come to help me out. Wandering through the corridors late at night, I find out that my prison is a school. Schools are used daily, someone will find me soon… I hope.

Oddly enough, I have no appetite and use my time instead to escape this prison. The building is always locked up tightly. No way to break the doors with my puny physique. The classrooms are always tidy, the cafeteria eerily quiet, the corridors always make me feel uneasy; the only place I can have  a peace of mind is in the library. It’s not that different from normal school days. The few people who chose to spend their lunch break hiding in here are never seen or heard.

I like to come here to pass time and to wait, hoping that in the morning I can leave. What would I do once I am free? Go home? Where is home? I’m sure any sort of home would be better than being stuck in a school overnight. Would my parents be worried? What sort of people are they? Would they scold me or would they be glad that I am safe?

Until the early hours of the morning, I would get lost in thought asking myself lots of questions with none of them being answered. Eventually I would lose all track of time and it would seem like days went by while sitting in that seat consumed by my own thoughts.

Then I would awake again on that cold sticky floor with the burning passion to escape and repeat the process. How long have I been trapped here? Weeks? They all feel like a murky, distant dream which I have trouble remembering. Walking the corridors, giving up on my search of a way out, for the night, I head over to the library. Maybe I should read a non-fiction. I read too many fantasy books and am starting to find them boring.

Walking in past the help desk I try to recall where the fiction books are kept then begin to walk in the most likely direction.I hope I pick a good book. Running my finger along the books, I read the titles in my head. ’How to take care of your pet’, ‘Things not to do when you go abroad’, I wonder what that could mean. ‘Computer science for Dummies.’  I never realized computers were so popular, There’s whole shelves dedicated to it. Last I remember, there were only three books. ’How to tell if someone is lying’ Hrm… That does sound interesting. I take the book off of the shelf and head back to take a seat.

On the way there, I am stopped in my tracks by a faint noise. I stand erect and strain my ears trying to hear it better. I could be wrong but it sounds like its music. Is there someone in the building? Can they help me get out? Do they have the keys to open the door?

I drop the book and run as fast as I could to the music rooms. I search all of them but the sound isn't coming from any of them. I then frantically run down the corridors following the sound. When I think I have tracked the origin of the sound, I realize the vibrations are bouncing off of the walls are throwing me off.

Collapsed on the floor, I begin to think that it is my mind making up the noise. Tormenting me. I decide to head back to the library and continue what I was doing.

Defeated, walking back to the library I listen to the only thing I can hear. Trying to make words out of the muddled noise, I realize it is getting louder. Should I try one last time? Not realizing that my feet are already starting to move, I find myself following the sweet rhythm. Walking round corners, down stairs, through doors, I ended up at the cafeteria. The music most evidently loudest here than anywhere else.

I am surprised at what I find, a young girl singing with tears in her eyes. Slowly, I approach her. What happened to make here so sad? Is she upset because she is locked in school overnight? I notice a dark staining on her frilly blouse. Her eyes were sore from crying. Blood red.

She realizes I have been standing here and stops to glare at me with frightened eyes. She shrieks with horror and runs behind the food counter.

Am I that scary? Does she want to be alone? She must not want other people to see her cry. I really want to get out of here, maybe she can help? I walk over to the counter while trying not to make much noise.

I hear her move from the spot she was in so I jump around the corner and slip. What is this? I look down and see that I am sitting in a pool of blood. Horrified and shocked, I look for the girl. Maybe she needs more help than I do? My eyes rest on a tangled mess in the corner, quivering with fear. I approach her slowly as if she were a frightened wild animal. She gives a cry of pain and more blood spews onto the floor.

That’s when I notice the knife in her stomach. I pull the knife out and she cries in agony while losing even more blood. Why had that not helped? She cries for what seems like hours and her blood just keeps on pouring all over the floor. She should have died by now however, she still has so much energy; crying and thrashing about in pain.

I try to calm her and get too close. The knife which wounded her was now sticking out of my shoulder. Is this how I will die? After the initial shock wore off, I realized that I can’t feel the knife, I can’t feel the pain.

I look at the stainless steel counter to try and catch my reflection. Does it look bad? Maybe the knife just scratched me and flew somewhere? I see the dreaded shadow of an object attached to my shoulder but I see something else too.

I run to the closest bathroom to get a better look in an actual mirror. This can’t be, how could I have not noticed? Not waiting to get to the mirror, I fondle my head, trying to feel for evidence. Bits of flesh come away in my hand as I check for blood. My heart stops and I fall over due to my lack of concentration. Why am I still alive? I just took some of my brain out of a large hole in my head! I can’t still be alive! Sprawled on the floor, all my questions were answered… I am not alive.
Found this while i was clearing out my room. wrote it about a year or two ago. I am always surprised with my past work.
It's got a fair amount of ups and downs, suspense and was interesting to read
It might just be me though xD
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