Impossible

Impossible ~ Prologue

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Impossible

Prologue.

Waking up to the sound of screaming was not something I was expecting. I jolted up in my bed so I was sitting upright out of terror, my breathing was shallow and panicked. I looked around my room, it was still dark but I could make up the familiar silhouettes of my vanity, bookshelf and cupboard.

My eyes flicked to the window of my room, where a full moon shone, brighter then usual. I estimated the time from what my father had taught me about the positioning of the Moon and guessed the time to be three o'clock.

Where had that scream come from? I pondered on this question as I tried to level out my breathing. The possibilty I had dreamt I up was prominent but it sounded so real, filled with raw distress.

I lowered myself back down into my bed, and pulled the duvet to my chin, then bent my legs so my toes weren't exposed. I waited, my tiredness had disappeared and sleep was long gone. So I waited, for some kind of sign that would proved I did not imagine the scream. Minutes passed, I laid there in my state of fear until my eyelids became droopy and my body relaxed into the mattress.

Another scream, this time it seemed so close, only a few doors away. I didn't want to stay in my bed this time, instead I crawled out of my bed, being as quiet as I could be and crept into my cupboard, cringing at the creak it made as it closed behind me.

There wasn't much room and I was cramped in between my stuff. My knees where at my chin and my arms had draped around them and I stared ahead in the darkness.

I didn't move, I didn't make any noises. I just listened to the heavy footsteps that thudded through the hallway of my dorm, the sound of dragging could be heard as well and I tried to not dwell on the possibilities of hat thy could be dragging. The footsteps stopped suddenly and I froze up.

The handle of the door that lead to my room squeaked open and I inhaled in anticipation. A hand banged on the wall, searching for something. The light switch flicked on and the minuscule crack between the doors of my cupboard let rays of light in, illuminating the compound space.

"Well, what do we have here, a missing girl," said a gruff voice with mocking amusement.

He stepped towards the far side of my room which held my bed. I dared to have a look through the crack to see a well-built man, dressed in nothing but cargo pants scooping up my sheets and bringing them to his face. Confused I pulled back the cupboard creaking in protest to my rash movement.

I could almost hear his neck whip around at the sound. I swallow silently, this could be it. I hear his mean inching steps come closer, and I get a glimpse of his hard face. It holds his unforgiving brown eyes and lips that a shaped in a cruel smirk.

"Marcel, we need to go," shouted a voice, it was followed by some screams.

The man, Marcel, grunted, he looked up to the ceiling and my dim lightbulb reflected off his bald head. He looked back at the cupboard as if it beckoned to him and his face screwed up in indecision.