Roomscapes I - survive

Chapter 48~ Break in, Break out

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** Previously in Roomscapes**

        I looked at the little window placed on the top of the door. Usually, nothing and no one goes near that window. Nothing can break it, not one thing can make it make a sound. Nothing but a dull, white, endless hallway is to be seen outside of it, and there's not one thing about it I know except what I just stated. To this day, I still wonder what would have happened if I hadn't looked out that holy window, because that single tickle of curiosity that led my eyes to meet the small glass was the event that I have to thank for my life now.

** VALENTINA'S POV**

        Ok. I lied. Things could break that damn window. And that day, things did. I was miserable in that little stupid hole, and having nothing better to do than look out that hopeless window, I did just that.

        I screamed, and thinking not at all, ran to the side and jumped towards the wall of the room. Glass shattered. Walls came crashing down. Screams were heard all over the place. I was in shock. What in the world was happening? A stinging pain coming from my throat distracted my thoughts momentarily. I reached up to feel the scar: still there. Even though these people had cured it somehow before I regained my consciousness, it still stung at times... like now. This things had just great timing, didn't it? Before anything else had time to sneak its way up onto my head, a blood curling scream from right outside my door caught my attention, and for a second— just a second— I looked out the shattered window from my crouched position in the corner of the room, hugging my knees. And even though it was just a harmless second, it was enough. Enough to see the pain and desperate look in Kelly's eyes... the tears coating them with plead. Then it was done, and with the sound of a dying scream and a gunshot, she was gone. I stared blankly at the scene that had just taken place in front of my bare, tearful eyes: completely in shock.

         Everything was silent for the next minute, and when realization hit me, I couldn't help but gasp. The gasp was followed by the movement of my hands up to my mouth to stop it from letting go of any other sounds leading to my discovery: but it was too late... the gasp had been enough. Though screams, gunshots, crying and pounding was still to be heard, I couldn't help but block it all out and hear only the terrifying sound of quiet footsteps outside my sealed door. I panicked.

         Where do I go!? Where do I hide!? What do I do?! I tried to swallow down my panic, but stopping it didn't help, it just made it push through my barriers and explode to the surface, being led by tears that started to pour out of my eyes endlessly. I mentally slapped myself, and begged to calm down and recollect the little that  was left of me before it was too late, and I was doing so among the dead. I calmed down— though tears still spilled from my puffy eyes— and thought of something... anything. Then I got it: the bed. I looked around frantically, and spotting what had been my only warm companion for days, made a frantic run for it. Getting there, I slid under the wooden structure, and looking up at the bars that held the mattress from under the thing itself, grabbed them tightly and pulled myself upwards, so that my face would be pressed against the bars, and my picked up hair (thank the Lord I had put it up) stayed up along with me, making me invisible to the eyes of a careless searcher.

          I heard a knock on the door, only it was more of  a "trying-to-knock-this-door-down" kind of knock. Nothing happened. 

         "I'm here to help! Open the door!" A man's voice boomed from outside the door, while pounding on it. I closed my eyes shut, remembering the horrific scene I had witnessed moments before.