This is my first upload/story so I hope you like it! Anyway, I decided I'm going to add a song of the day to each chapter, so carry on on read my first ever upload :D
~~Chapter 1~~
I woke up to my head pounding, and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. "Ugh! This must be the worst hangover ever!" I thought to myself.
I moaned and opened my eyes slowly, knowing that if I had opened them quickly, my head would be hurting a lot more than it already was. When I finally managed to open my eyes, I was laying on my back looking at the ceiling.
Then it hit me. That wasn't my ceiling. I quickly rolled off the bed I was lying on and stood up, having only to then sit back down as I felt nauseous. I sat there for a minute with my head between my knees, breathing slowly in and out. At least I was in this room by myself.
As I sat up slowly, I saw that I was in my purple nightie. My nightie and hair were drenched in cold sweat, and only then did I realise that I was shivering. I looked down at the bed I had been laying on, seeing that a thin blanket with many holes, was all that had been covering me.
I couldn't remember what happened last night, or how I got here. I was numb from the shock of waking up in this room, but now my situation was starting to sink in, and I started to panic.
My breath sped up and I got off the bed I was sat on. I looked all around me but couldn't seem to find anyway out. I ran my hands over every inch of the four walls, but still there was no way out.
I was now pacing like an animal trapped inside a cage, and I could feel a scream bubbling up in the back of my throat.
I let it out.
I screamed and screamed, banging my fists against the hard grey brick walls. I was shouting "Let me out! Let me out!" to whoever might have been listening, but no one came.
"Get a hold of yourself Rai," I thought to myself.
I realised panicking wasn't going to help me. I took more deep breaths, and swiped away my tears with my hands. As I did this, I realised I had some kind of slime on my hands.
I went back to the bed and wiped my hands and face on the blanket. I then wrapped it around me to try and keep warm. I felt exhausted and even colder as the adrenaline rush left me.
Now that I was calm I took in my surroundings more closely. The room was square, made of big grey bricks. The walls looked like they were sweating, but I knew now that they were covered in the slime and mold that I had found on my hands.
There was a small window in the wall near the ceiling, but I knew I wouldn't be getting out of it. It was too small and had bars. The ceiling wasn't high up, only about a foot above my head. I could rest my palms flat against it with my elbows still bent.
As I thought about the ceiling,I remembered something I had seen while I had been lying down. I looked up and there it was.
A trap door.
If I pulled the bed over, I could climb through. I perked up at this thought, and started to drag the bed to the middle of the room. Thank fully the bed wasn't attached to the wall.
When I looked back to where the bed had been I stood stock still. I then started moving back slowly without realising what I was doing till I hit the wall that was directly behind me. This startled me, and then I threw up.
The bed had been covering a big patch of dried and congealing blood. There was other things splattered there as well, but I didn't want to identify them. It was like someone had washed the floor, but then when it came to the bed, they had just washed around it.The freezing temperature of the room must have been keeping the smell at bay.
I couldn't believe I had been sleeping above that. The thought sent a shiver down my spine.
What are they going to do to me?
Am I going to be the next patch on the floor?
I had to get out of there.
I stood on the bed crouching down, and pushed at the trap door. I realised it didn't open from this side, it wasn't budging, so I pressed my ear against it. I could hear two men talking.
"It was too easy to catch her last night." Voice one said.
"I know. It would have been better if we could have chased her. I mean we are some of the best trackers." The second voice replied.
"Exactly! I mean she was all alone in that house with her grandmother, who looks about 100."
"And then she locks herself in that room!"
As the second man said that, what happened last night came crashing back.
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Song of the day: Alice In Wonderland, Avril Lavigne
Hope you enjoyed it :)
LJ x
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