The Curtains - Izma

17

 "PRESENT DAY"

I felt a hand on my shoulder, dim lights far in the elevator, went out.

She held my back and whispered the same tune.

I heard footsteps outside, hands kept pounding on the door with full force in a fear of death.

Her grunting voice was almost deafening. My heartbeat raced up when she almost pulled me, her eerie hands crushed my waist. Eyebrows furrowed in panic, all emotions got stiffen so do the body and I just held the lock tight to not get pulled by her.

My eyes shrugged when I felt the knob moving, a hand grabbing my hand tight, his vigor arms hauled me out the room. I banged into him, we crashed down the floor.

Frenzied state demolished my thoughts and I laid still on him.

Head was rested on his left shoulder. I felt the warmth when he threw his hand around my neck gently. I leaned so closed to him that I could sense his peppermint mouthwash.

Pulled my self away from him, stood there muddled

I froze. He was wearing Lacoste Eau De Blanc perfume his intense eyes were glaring me down to up behind the mask.

I tilted my head to gaze those hazel brown eyes. Glanced his attire and dropped my sight directly to his off white denim jacket he was holding. He dressed completely white with few baggy chains, his hand was spinning that sharp pointed dagger.

I sighed when he asked "Are you ok?

The terror still plastered my mind to respond to anything.

This time he shook me "You ok, girl?"

He tried to judge my facial expressions, he stared deep, my face turned red, I closed my eye shields to bury the jumpy feelings.

He clapped with a stagger close to ears to bring me back from pause mode.

I spooked and nodded in response.

"Good! Let's Get going now" he smiled and led the way to theater.

I shook my head for yes.

Glimpsing around his clean attire, I happened to ask him in qualm,

"Who are you?"

"How did you get here?"

"How come your clothes are still spotless?"

He stopped, turned his face, he gave me a stern look. He walked near to me. My steps were heading backwards; eyes were trolling to sneak out as I hit the wall back.

"I'm your well-wisher who came to save you. Just keep this in mind for now." He replied under his deep breath.

Reluctant feet began to follow him as there was no other way to go.

In the midway of the passage, he saw a half broken window high near the ceiling.

"Listen" knowing about the word next I replied "It's too high"

"You just climb up, get out of here and seek help", He replied hurriedly

"All by myself, in the middle of nowhere", I whispered, sweat gave me a new touch up and hands were unconsciously rubbing each other.

He abruptly ran back and showed up with that crazy sound of wood scraping against the floor. He was lugging three wooden chairs from the room to the passage way.