•~°the Backrooms•~°

can you hear me?!?

This is in progress and is updated frequently.

Disclaimer:  mentions of friends death, horror, abnormal creatures, possibly gore strong language, nicotine and very light drug use!! (Marijuana only)

Readers discretion is kindly advised

"Hello?! Mel?! Can you hear me?"

Her familiar voice echoed around me, yet I couldn't spot visual evidence of her presence.. I could only hear her.

Bang bang bang

"Mel! Can you hear me??"
Her loud yell was desperate for a response as she banged on the walls which aound like they were opposite the wall I was stuck in front of.

"I-I can hear you chrystal! Where are you?" It was my turn for a desperate response.

"I'm in the backrooms!" She yelled out in response, she sounded fearful.

Bang bang bang bang

"Het me out of here! Tell me you'll get me out, please!!" She sobbed as she hysterically banged and begged.

BANG BANG

"GET ME OUT OF HERE, MELODY!!"

I shot awake, sweating and panting profusely, my lungs screaming for air, as if not getting any in the first place.

I lean back onto my headboard, putting a hand up to my forehead as it felt like I was just in rain and I grimace at the feeling, knowing that sweating was perfectly natural, but the society of woman thought otherwise.
I sat up, out of bed and got a freshly washed towel from my bathroom rack and dabbed my head dry, putting it into a wash basket after use and straight away head towards my sink, which had a mirror above it.

I leaned into the cold China like feeling of the sink and look up into the mirror. I slept with makeup on again, the faint black around my eyes, covering my dark circles from lack of sleep, the smudged make up making it evident news that I forgot to clean my face last night. I sigh heavily with a growl at the sight, hes lily annoyed with myself.

My hair was incredibly messy and tangled up and i groaned, freckles practically glowing from how pale my skin was. I needed to get ready for college and I grumble, getting myself ready, putting on a cool, black tee with a dark blue jacket on, blue Jean's and white trainers, my hair down and brushed and swept to the side.
I got the bus to college, which usually took about an hour, I didnt have a college in the neighbourhood I lived in. The people that were sitting and standing around d occasiona rly stared at me at the corner of my eye, feeling like they were judging my appearance as the odd few looked me over in disgust or pity.

I finally approached my few friends outside the college building as we greeted each other. Me and Laura doing our usual, subtle fistbump with a soft explosion noise with our mouths.

Me and millie greeting each other with an excited "heyy" with a small, exaggerated wave, and maybe a hug with a greet, but only occasionally

And then there was mylo, a person with small amounts to say but alot of creativity.

And finally, james and hope. Usually sitting down, leaning against each other, as couples do.

Well that's how we would usually greet each other, but, with chrystal gone..none of us are ourselves. I've been having these terrible nightmares and it's not even been a week yet. I look around at everyone as they dont exactly look like they're ready for picture day either. Everyone had evident lack of sleep with the dark rings under their eyes to.

Me and laura didnt fistbump, instead there was a very low, yet kind "hi" said to each other.

Millie had her hood up to hide her features, her freckles no longer visible, which was unlike her