Misunderstood Control

the worst is yet to come

Loralie woke up feeling cold and damp. She squinted, expecting Theodore to give her another morning greeting. Her whole face was a bloody mess from when she blacked out. She must have fallen on her face she thought, as she rubbed her right eye. They eye patch on her face was still intact, but loralie knew it was going to fall apart soon enough. Was it safe to explore around the hospital? Nobody was there, and it was dead silent. She stood up slowly, and the realization slapped her in the face. “oh my god..” she whispered. The gas didn’t kill her? But everyone left, did someone make a mistake? Or even worse.. was there still a deadly gas contained in the facility? Loralie grabbed the wall and shuffled through the hallway. It felt like a fever dream, walking through the hospital alone. Broken glass was all over the floors. Loralie honestly didn’t care if she got cut anymore, in fact she didn’t mind one bit. It was odd, but she was desperate to find a place to stay, let alone some sort of cafeteria or food storage. The lights flickered on and off, making is harder to see her way. They hadn’t been there for long, so she couldn’t really tell where she was. How was Theodore? Was he okay? Where did they go? Soon enough the realization set in that she was all alone. She hummed a song to herself, wanting to distract her from all that was going on. It was a song her sister sang to her as a kid. Her name was norai, she was tall and slim with short dark hair. Nori worked hard to provide for the two of them, and make loralie happy and comfortable in the process. Their father left for “work” and never came back or even tried to contact them, and their mother was always painting. She was an artist, but as they say she didn’t make much money. As much as she tried, she never made enough for the family to live a happy life. But, they always had enough to get by. Nori later died, she was killed by an unidentified man, who loralie wishes one day to get revenge on. She didn’t know how to track him down anyway, so she let the idea rest for a while. She was dead, and that was that. Loralie kept shuffling in the halls, until she found a familiar corner. She turned to the right, and started running. She knew where she was now, and could find the main auditorium that way. It wasn’t too far from her and Theodores chamber, so it was a piece of cake finding it. Dashing through the long halls, she didn’t stop for anything. Glass, nails, blood, bodies, she didn’t care. That place had to be connected to something important. As soon as she reached the large hollow room, her heart lifted, and she lost all control of her emotions. Loralie threw her head back and laughed hysterically. Her sides began to hurt, and she completely lost her control. “checkmate bitches!” She screamed. As she calmed down, loralie ran forward, desperately searching for another door or at least a window. She ran on the stage where the white haired old man was, and grabbed the microphone off the stand. Not stopping herself, loralie threw the microphone across the room. It made a loud screeching noise, and loralie tore the cord in half. Then, everything went dead silent. She smiled, it felt nice to be able to wreck something for once. It had been forever since she had her own free will, let alone break the rules. Continuing back to her search for food and water, she felt the back walls. Nothing. Was this it? Walking into the hallway again, disappointed, this was the one time she missed the gross stew they had served every morning. Loralie felt the walls as she passed, her white outfit stained with dirt and blood. Walking farther and farther in the hospital, she eventually found a familiar scent… “no way..” she whispered. Walking to what was attracting her, her walk turned into a run once more, as she busted through a door at the end of the hallway.