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Game Of Fear
"Her name is Greta Howards," I heard them say quietly in a panic.They're looking for me. I looked around as I ran to the other side of the hall, unseen. They can't find me...I won't let them. As my body pushed me to run, I thought about my life outside the asylum. I don't know where I will go. After I was accused everything went down hill from there. No one will trust me any longer. I looked into a room and saw no one in there, but right above the desk there was an air vent. I went in the room, then closed and locked the door.Where the desk sat I walked oveer to it and hopped on. As I stood on my toes to get the vent open, I heard a noise. Someone was coming to get me. I hurried as my heart started to race.
I can't be seen and I can't get caught;It would mean the end of everything. 'I got it!' I thought triumphantly as I tried to pull myself in. It didn't work, so from the corner of my eye my attention immediately went to a chair sitting on the other side of the desk. I crouched down and grabbed the light plastic chair. I put the chair on the desk and kicked it off as I climbed into the vent. It was very dark, and eerie I could feel the cobwebs as I crawled through them. I shivered feeling paranoid, imagining spiders crawling on me. Their little legs tickled my skin. Terrified, I crawled faster.
"Come out come out wherever you are," I heard Dr. Anthony Daniels say as I looked down through a small opening. As I crawled through the vents, I made my way to the garbage room. I know they are disposing of all the crazy peoples trash at the moment. It would be the perfect opportunity to get out of here. As I looked down, someone saw me. I could feel my palms start to sweat as I stared into those wide pitch black eyes, his long black hair went behind his back. I pulled my finger to my lips and let out a quiet 'shh'. I knew he'd keep quiet, he knew what whould happen if he didn't. He slowly nodded and I saw him gulp with fear showing in those terrified eyes, I smiled and made my way to the trash room.
There was no soumd as I made my way to the trash room, I was hoping they would give up, but I had no such luck. Someone else had called out my name. Then there was silence for the rest of my journey. Not a peep. A trick? I hope not;This is my one and only chance of escaping. I will not let someone ruin that for me. I put my hand down my my leg to feel the knife still tucked closely away in my long sock. I slightly opened the vent and stuck my head down, looking for any signs of humanity. Lucky for me,no one was there. Just then I rolled onto my side, and slowly, but carefully, made my way to the other side of the vent. When I reached it I rolled over on my stomach, and moved forward. I felt the wind knock the breath out of me as I fell to the ground. I layed ther in agonyu, for a few minutes, then there was a sound. It was a dorr scraping against the tile floor.
"What are you doing?" I looked over to see the security guard coming towards me. In one swift motion I reached into my sock and brought out the knife. As he ran towards me, I plunged it into his chest, then I ran. The door to the room was still open, and it lead to the back of the building.
As I snuck out I caught sight of a white truck with no one near it. I looked around to make sure no one was looking, then I started to move. I hopped into the truck, and thank goodness, the keys were still in the ignition. I've rarely driven a car, but I think I can manage. As I started the truck I heard someone scream.
"What are you doing in my truck?" he yelled toward me. I put it in reverse and started to drive. I didn't know if I would make it out of there...but I did. As I drove, I thought about where I would go. I can't go to my family, they disowned me. I can't go to his family; Half of them hate me, while the other half love me. Then it hit me. I knew where to go. Mrs.Dunkin's. She was the only one who believed me when I said that I didn't do it. I smiled as I remembered her big blue eyes, and that long brown hair. The thought of her brought the warmth to my heart that I haven't felt in so long. I looked to see where I was going and found exit 70. Mrs. Dunkin didn't live too far from Glendale Asylum for the Mental. If I was allowed visitors I would like to think that she would have come to see me. I looked at the road and tried to remember the last time I had been down it. It brought some memories back.They were memories I tried so hard to push back.