Aria took a sharp breath in. The three girls had left the room already, and she was dreading the worst as soon as they stepped out. She was ripping at the skin around her nails, blood dribbling down her thumb from the removal of her skin.
"Aria?" Michael piped in, "are we going to go? Or are you enjoying your final moments with me?"
"Shut your mouth," Aria rolled her eyes, "just worrying for them."
He nodded, looking out toward the hallway. "Do you have any idea where to go?"
"Honestly? I think it'd be in the basement, but.. That seems too stereotypical. It may be on the fifth floor, in a closet?" She shrugged.
"So, you have no idea where to head.."
"...not a clue."
Michael nodded once more, "should we get going then? Sooner the better, right?"
Michaels lilac hair had faded, his roots were coming in under the unnatural colour that was his hair. His lips where still a shade of red, weird colour for a boy. But the dark bags that where once under his eyes, seemed to have faded since the two of them started sharing a bed. Aria still protested to it, but she didn't kick him out.
"Let's go?" She asked him, her eyes dancing over to his.
Her blonde hair seemed to be fading lighter and lighter into a whiter shade. She didn't know why, nor could she think any reason why it'd do that.
His green orbs shot over to Aria's, "let's go."
She bit her lip and exhaled heavily, stepping out of the room and into the dark hallways. The hallways switched from pitch black to bright red thanks to the flickering lights that signalled they where under lock down. No sunlight or moonlight could be seen to tell them what time of day it was or give them any light as the lockdown locked off the windows and doors to the outside world with heavily metal ones that could only move when the building went out of lockdown, or the power were to be shut off.
The thought of not making it out alive scared Aria, but the thought that she could get into the outside world; not the courtyard that was enclosed by electric fences and barbed wire, it was the actual world. Where cars occasionally went down the highway too fast. Where families walk down the street with their dog and children in their strollers. Where girls walk down the streets in sparkly dresses on their way to parties. Where the pigeons perch themselves on the telephone wires. Where seagulls steal people's french fries. Where people go into dept because they couldn't afford their house.
Though most of those things nobody likes, Aria wanted them. She was supposed to be locked up in this hell hole all her life. She was meant to be sitting in her cold room. With dead spiders in the cracks of the tiles. With thin sheets that don't warm you at all. With medication that didn't help you at all because there is nothing wrong with her. She just found a doll. And that doll messed up her life. Yet, Aria never tossed her. She kept that doll. She never lied about the doll talking. She never lied about the doll killing all her friends. Aria never lied. That is why Aria is stuck in here. That is why Aria wants to have her french fries taken away by annoying birds. That is why she wants to have to yell at her dog, tug at its leash to keep t away from the cars. That is why she wants to see slutty girls marching down the street in their tight skimpy dresses, making you feel bad because they're hot and you're not. That is why she wants to be in dept for the house she couldn't afford. She wants it because she can't have it. And the fact she can't have it, is only making her persevere to get it.
She huffed as the duo ran down the halls, their ugly white slippers hitting against the cold tiles. Their white hospital gowns where stained with blood, somehow some blood got on to them. Most of the blood on Aria's was her own, from ripping skin off her body as a tic. Aria's breaths where short, not used to the exercise it took to run down the long hallways. She never had reason to exercise. The nurses didn't bother for them to, it was more optional. But she spent her days just talking to Katy about nothing. Up until recently, that is. Lately she had been having fun with Michael in the over-heated rooms, outside, in the visitors lounge playing piano and singing. Occasionally Mike would play something for her on the guitar, she didn't know any of the songs. Sometimes the songs sounded like he made them up on the spot. But that just made them even more perfect.
Michael, however, didn't choose not to exercise because he had real reasons; like a crazy doll with anger issues, no he just didn't like to. He hated exercising so much. In high school he would hide in the locker room until class was over, playing Geometry Dash on his phone. Meaning his panting was heavier. Aria someone's had to run to Katy to make sure she was never late. She wasn't usually late, up until recently.
