PARADISE: WRATH OF CHILDREN [COMPLETED]

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

HOLD ON

The footsteps of the Apex fading filled Paul’s ears as he sat on his mattress, leaning on the wall. A deep breathe escaped his lips. He found his mind digging on the memory when Delta had told them about escaping to Paradise.

“Escape, we escape,” Delta had answered.

The terrible loud tingling sound messing with his ears pulled him back to the presence. He violently banged on the wall three times.

STOP THAT NOISE!

There was silence afterwards, he peeped through the small hole and saw nothing beside darkness. He knocked five times.

Pam, Pam, what’s going on?

Her bright eye appeared on the hole. Paul immediately noticed the tear in it.  She banged on the wall violently, five times.

Free myself! I free myself

Paul’s eyes widened. She banged on the wall fourteen times, this time calmer.

I tired, Paul says we leave but we don’t leave, Pam wants to leave

Paul banged on the wall eleven times.

We will, trust Paul we will just wait a little longer.

More tears appeared on Pamela’s eyes. She banged on the wall twenty-one times.

I can’t hold on anymore, I hate this place, I want to go, I want to go to Paradise, Please Paul.

Paul banged on the wall nine times.

I know, I will take us, please trust me.

Pamela closed her eyes and heard her take deep breathes. He banged on the wall twice.

Trust me?

Pamela opened her eyes and banged on the wall four times.

Uhm, I trust you.

A sad smile appeared on Paul’s face as he banged on the wall nine times.

Three more days and we are out of here

A smile appeared on Pamela as she banged twice.

I’m sorry.

Tears gathered in Paul’s eyes, the feeling of not being close to his little sister strongly hurting him. He bit his lower lip to stop himself from crying. Pamela’s eye moved away from the wall. He knew his sister was feeling the same. The same painful feeling of daggers penetrating through his heart.

His left hand slowly slid off the wall holding his burning chest. He blinked multiple times, while he tightly bit his lower lip, pressing his hand on his chest hardly. His upper body bent forward, allowing his forehead to touch the cold floor.

A flashback of the illusion he had seen when the Midget had played his flute two years ago when they were captured then flashed in his head, crazily sinking him into a deep dream in paradise.

Thousands of children played in the sunflower field, wide smiles on their faces. His hand holding Pamela’s one while they float in the air. She turned to face him and smiled at him so did he.

“We made it Paul,”

“Yes, we did,”

She turned to face him, “But did I?”

Her skin turning into ash as the whole place turned black, the sound of the FLUTE filling his ears. “PAM!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry Paul,” she cried.

The sound of shot guns filling his ears. “PAM!!” trying to hold her but her ash hand disappeared.

Author's Note💓

Quick question, if u were Pamela or Paul how would u plan ur escape?

What do u think of Pamela and Paul's relationship?