The 34th Floor

The 34th Floor - Chapter 2 - Noah

Author's Note:

I am going to go ahead and post two chapters for today so that way the story group is well organized and easier to access. It will not allow me to make one with only one chapter. You will notice that this chapter changes P.O.V and yes, this will repeat some of the scenes, but there is a reason why I cut off where I did on this P.O.V so you will not get a repeat of what already happened in the other chapter. I am introducing to you all the characters before the actual adventure starts. [=

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The 34th Floor

Chapter 2:

Noah

I buried my face into the palms of my hand while I had propped my elbows on my knees. I was sitting on the floor with my bottom uncomfortably rubbing against the cold, rough surface of the ground. I threw my head back and hit it against the brick wall as if smashing my head against the wall would help me out of this place.

Things at home between my parents had gotten rough that night and after putting my sister to bed, I had decided to take a walk. Unlike Kaylee, I couldn’t sleep in the night with my parents constant bickering downstairs. Quietly, even though it was completely unnecessary because my parents pretty much block Kaylee and me out most of the time, I had walked out of the house to take a quick walk. I had been so drawn into my thoughts that I had not realized I had gotten so far into the city until the first couple of water drops from the sky started to fall. At first I thought I could run back before it could rain faster, but it started to deluge. I decided to seek shelter in this penthouse because it looked empty. The door was open when I had pushed the door knob, but when I closed the door behind me and stepped into the house everything around me was so dark that when I turned to pull open the door to shed some light into the house, it would not budge. I tried for hours trying various different methods to get the door to unlock, but it seemed impossible. I even looked for windows, but they seemed to be concealed with a metal panel in front of them so breaking the glass did no use either.

I unsteadily got on to my feet, slipping down the corridors, trying to take a full advantage of the place. I even called out a few times, trying to see if anyone else was in this large penthouse besides me, but I never got a response. I ran my fingers up and down the rocky walls, feeling the sharp edges of the brick slice the skin on my fingers. I cursed under my breath before wiping the littlest of the blood on my pants.  I squinted, trying to maneuver down the long hallway that seemed to get narrower by the second. There was a narrow turning point that seemed to elevate the ground. I bounced up the ramp and continued to walk down another hallway until another turning point came. It was kind of like a spiral case that was created by ramps. There were a lot of doors and rooms that passed by my left. Finally, I reached a hallway that was thinner then all of the ones I had walked through. It was as if the walls were closing in on me and my breath hitched a knot from the fear of being stuck in such a tight place. Although the hallway seemed endless, it came to stop in front of two doors, both of which were closed. They were identical in same and sizes, as well as texture that I couldn’t decide which one to go though. Though, as I turned my head to look behind me, I had the sudden urge to push open one of the two doors and lock myself inside. I find this kind of ironic because I was so tempted in the first place to get the hell out of this place when the door was locked, but now that I have to go through two doors I have the sudden temptation to lock myself inside of one of them. I shook my head and using my thumb, I rubbed it against my forehead as if to relieve some stress. I was about to turn the knob to the door that was on my left when I felt something crinkle under my foot. Cautiously looking to my left and then to my right, I crouched down so my fingers could barely graze the edge of the piece of paper lying on the floor and pick it up. When the paper was safely in between my finger, I got back up to examine it. In fine prints were some words that read, ‘remember to choose the door you feel is right, for you will be left to regret it if you don’t.’ How can a few simple words seem so hard to comprehend? I think my stay here in the penthouse just got a whole lot harder and the one thing that is easy to comprehend is that, I, for sure, will be here longer than anticipated.