Silent Intentions

Chapter 6

We were walking through this weird hall that I didn't recognize in the least bit and everyone was dead silent. We didn't know each other but I guess that we all felt the need to stay near each other. Chad and I were leading the way while Chelsea and Sam followed behind quietly. Chelsea and Sam seemed okay walking together but then there was the continuous feeling of tension raising between Chad and Chelsea. Her eyes were burning into his back while he kept his straight face as he walked. After studying his actions, emotions, and personality, I noticed that he mostly kept an empty expression. This act that he had chosen put on was not enough to conceal the awkwardness from me, because I could still feel the anxiety bouncing off of him.

"I'm sorry to bring this up now, but I do believe hat we are beyond lost" Chelsea whined at last. "I agree with Chelsea. We've never been to this specific part of Chamberlin, so I don't know where we are going either. Do you know where we are going, Chad" Sam's unsure voice echoed through the dark halls. I don't think that I have ever mentioned how huge this facility is. There are several floors for different kinds of situations and/or problems that people have. We were from the disorder/rehab floor. Then there was the floor under us, the basement, which was sadly for the insane. There is a facility horror story saying that they put the insane in the basement, which was actually dug out, because since it's underground, the people are closer to hell where others believed they belong. Some don't even believe that there is a basement because of how unbelievable the stories that rise with the subject are.

I turned and looked at a sign that told us that we were on the second floor. This floor was the floor for the weak and sick patients; or the ones who can hear the people in heaven speak. They are the delusional patients. I personally think that the difference between the delusional and the insane, was that the "delusional" people had gone through trauma, where the insane ones where...different. The next floor is the third floor, the violent ones. These are the ones who were sadistic enough to brutally murder someone with a plastic spoon. I can't help but give them credit for the creativity. After all; it's not every day you hear about these nuts. The fact that we are going up to the third floor was a terrifying thought because I knew that these people could get a hold of any of the weapons that the four of us young teens carried and could easily kill us. How am I to know if these two wimpy looking teenage boys could fight or at least push a few people around to let the girls get away? Maybe that is the floor that I am dreading most? Maybe there are scarier things in this place? Scratch that; I know that there are scarier things in this place. The fourth and also the last floor, had a tunnel that led to a different building. Nobody has ever seen inside this building because it is said that experiments went on in it. Then there was an underground tunnel that they would take the monsters that they had created, to the basement. But then again, nobody had seen what goes down in there, so it could be true or false. It's a fifty-fifty chance. I don't know what to expect so I have just started to go with the flow and hope not to trip and fall down a flight of stairs. Oh yeah, we are going up the stairs instead of out the front doors. I flipped on the boys and asked in a rather harsh way why the hell we would be going up instead of down. Easy, apparently there are survivors on the roof and there is a rumor that there is a box of flares on one of the floors. That also means that I was lucky enough to end up in the group of crazy people who are willing to go through all of the floors in order to find this box, which FYI may not even be real. Also, the front doors were tampered with, so at the moment, nobody would be able to get out. According to Chad, though, whoever did it could un-do it for convenience.

When the staircase came into view, Sam blurted out words of frustration "where are we?" The thing that was unbelievable is how they couldn't mentally keep track of the one flight of stairs that we went up. I couldn't do anything but stop and turn around and look at him with wide eyes. Chad glared at me; I could have sworn he had a slight grin for a second, before he chuckled. I didn't like where the chuckle was coming from though. He was picking a fight. He reached in front of us and opened the staircase doors before mumbling "Ladies first." Then it happened again; a random grin. I stared at him and gave him a look. It was the type of look that said 'why do you breathe?' He must have found it amusing though. "Come on, talk to me for at least a second" Chad begged and I just shook the words off. "Please, just for a little while?" I turned around annoyed and unthinkingly "What do you want" I growled. Chelsea gave off a warning cough and looked to the floor. She was smart and here I was, making a foolish and easily avoidable mistake. "What's your name? I know everyone's name except yours." All I did was raise an eyebrow. "Someone doesn't catch on very quickly does he?" Chelsea nudged past Chad and opened the door leading to the third floor. This left everyone in complete confusion. That meant that soon enough we were walking in the most awkward silence ever down this hall that was filled with whispers of the unseen. I saw how Sam was slightly smiling as he kept sneaking peaks at Chelsea. I saw her blushing and thought it was so cute. My thoughts about them were roughly interrupted by Chads rough grip on my arms being followed by a scream. My scream.