I ran, and ran, and ran. It was a dangerous idea in the pitch black, but what else could I do?
I was never very good at running in school. I suddenly wished I had gone to all those training clubs they kept telling me to go to while I had the chance, because my legs were starting to burn and my heart was pounding out of my chest. But I had to keep running.
Soon, my head was buzzing and my legs were turning to jelly. There were stars floating around my head and all of a sudden I was sinking, and I felt a pair of coarse hands gripping my shoulders.
The last thing I heard was an echoing, menacing laugh...
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Short one again, sorry.
Honestly, this chapter is so me. I am terrible at running.
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The Room
Short StoryI don't know where I am. I don't know what's going on. All I know is that I need to get out. I guess I should explain what's happened, although some of it is a mystery. I'll start before any of this happened. Before we were taken to 'The Room'.
