Chapter 29 7:00 P.M

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I and Maeve were walking towards the big wooden building.

We were told by the man in charge (Eric I think) to go through the back door, and to get ready.

I had the same outfit on.

Completely black besides the jeans.

I switched out the shoes for dark sneakers.

Because I was following a theme.

I also had a winter hat instead of a cap.

I just felt like doing that.

I also had the headphones, and the Ipod because I felt like I needed to listen to music to prepare myself for this big talk in front of however many people.

Sue me.

I don't care that it is March. (if Maeve is correct which I assume she is)

I don't care if it is warm or 12 degrees, I will wear what I want.

I see the back door.

Maeve pointed it out.

"There I think, to get to the back-stage."

I nodded.
"You are correct."

What surprises me, yes this is off topic, my brain is in its own place right now, but why have I not gone crazy yet? Is there just no cuts? I am not complaining but sooner or later someone will get injured.

Then I will go insane, of course I will try to resist it, but It is just something I worry about.

For good reason too.

I remember what I did to those two guards.

I mean I would probably have felt a bit better if I got the doctor.

I shouldn't think like that, but I do, so whatever.

Maeve opened the wooden door.

It led to a hallway that was rotting a little, the wooden parts anyway.

Maeve walked in and used her foot to hold the door open.

"Thank you." I said.

"Of course." Maeve replied, nodding as I went through the door.

I walk along the dark hallway.

The lighting was very dim.

As the light did not get every spot in the hallway.

I see a door with the sign of Bathroom.

I took a deep breath.

I think I need some time to be alone, and think about what I was going to say.

This is really starting to get stressful.

In 30 minutes I will be in front of a lot of people, and if even one of them has a cut, well what will happen then?
Will they lock me up? Banish me?

Beat me up or even kill me?

I hope I just don't smell blood, at all, and everything goes smoothly.

But then there is also stage fright.

Or at least the possibility of it.

What if I freeze? And then just stand there like an idiot?
There are a lot of things for me to worry about.

I have never been in front of a crowd before, so hell, save me.

I should just try my best, or just not go at all?
I don't have to do it right?

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