THE darkness had already fallen deep when one of the doors in an unknown building crept open.
As the time slowly reached eleven, no one was awake enough to be roaming around except her. And the light that came out of the room was the only source which guided her to find a way out. For now.
Basking in the deafening silence of the hallway, she carefully walked to the far end with her legs leaving bare to feel the barren cold. Every step was faltering with her mind hazy still, and crying loud for the terror she got again. It was seeping through her every time, beating right to break her fortress.
No one is going to come. No one. No one cares for you.
Sobbing for all she feared, she then fell down.
No one is going to come. No one. You're alone.
And she screamed.
Those words repeated daily, 24 hours at best, and never left her side. Letting her felt terrified, scared, and lost.
Yet, those words also couldn't be stopped, and rather ended up printing permanently on her. She ended up mumbling it. "No one is going to come. No one is going to come," she whispered, eyes closed.
From afar, a noise, loud enough to defeat her own muffled wails, dauntingly haunted her. Little, by little. At the same time her biggest nightmare rushed in.
"I'm sorry, Rona."
BANG!
"Please save me. Anyone."
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The Messenger: War of Death
FanfictionWhen all they wanted was a simple trip and a proper goodbye, Rona and the other Hera Palace kids ended up in an endless maze where they faced a blur ending. And all it took was one call which led them to one conclusion. "To kill is not the only opt...
