Roomscapes I - survive

Chapter 49~ I've got time

*WARNING*
this is the very last chapter of this book.
yes, there will be a sequel and I am actually super excited about it so I'll probably spam with updates that no one will read but yeah, cool cool.
I don't know what it will be called yet, but I'm trying to make it a bit more original than "roomscapes- pt2" so give me time, haha

if you're reading this and have stuck this far during this book, I just want you to know that I am so thankful and cannot explain my gratitude in words. I hope you enjoy this last chapter and look forward to the sequel as much as I do. 

xx, 
      val :))

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* Valentina's POV*

I never thought I'd be where I am. I never thought I'd hit a point so low in my life that I couldn't find the strength to shed a tear. I always thought I'd be safe. I never imagined this, I could've never seen it coming. Every day I spent in this fucking maze, I spent running. Running from my problems, running from the people that wished nothing but my ultimate demise: running. And I was sick of it. No, even better, I was exhausted. I wished nothing more than to go home--wherever that was-- and lay down. Just lay down, looking up at whatever ceiling it was that was part of my home, worrying about nothing in this horrifying world. I just wanted this to stop, and if it didn't, I couldn't bring myself to live within its horror any longer. I'd gladly let go of my life rather than withstand another second of this cruel violation of life. 

Slowly, I stood up, walking towards the beeping ball of death laying almost innocently in the middle of the pearl white room, approaching it not with fear, but with a hopelessness that emitted the message of my carelessness, the lack of my own faith in my success painfully evident in my actions. My face was drained of emotion, not a single trace of tears on it. The man stood quietly outside the nonexistent door, watching my actions with an expression that almost resembled concern. Almost. 

Then, my thinking obviously  blurred by my current mental state, I did something reckless, suicidal. I walked slowly to the bomb and sat beside it, crossing my legs as my eyes locked with those of the man, who now showed his interpretation of the situation with a serious sense of danger as well as insanity. 

"It must be sad." I said.

He didn't speak, he didn't move, he just stood.

"You must have a family," I continued, never letting my gaze break from his, "where are they now?"

I saw his expression twitch, if only slightly, and pressed the matter further, striving to get a reaction.

"Do they know you're here?"

Nothing.

"They don't," I assumed, never failing to sound firm, pushing myself to ignore the shaky breaths I continued to inhale. I scoffed, "of course they don't. I can't imagine what they'd think of you, killing little kids for fun."

This time I didn't have to try- the venom that thickly laced those words was purely intentional, and came almost naturally, hugging the spat-out words as though the meaning of itself depended upon  them. This phrase didn't disappoint, and managed to quickly get me a frown from him in return.

"You don't know the half of it."

I didn't hesitate, "but I do!" I said, my eyes no longer emotionless, carrying a rough wave of hatred beneath them, "I know enough to understand that you and all your little friends are a piece of shit that stuck us in a fucking maze waiting for us to kill one another! What kind-- you tell me-- of mentally stable person does that? It's absolutely sick!"