She rushed across the corridor, eyes red from fatigue. Her tired legs stumbled and slipped on the bare, peach tiles, hands waving to keep her shifting balance. The black, polished wooden door was in front of her, her goal to achieve for once and for all.
An escape, she thought, bittersweet. And by god's grace they'll be there too.
The door grew bigger as she closed in, and her frail hand clasped for the door handle, making a satisfying click as the lock unhinged, the door opening to the storeroom. It was dirty gray with no windows, vividly reminding her of parking lots. Dilapidated ones that never saw the light of day. Dirt was cast across the floor as gray powder that stood out against the soles of her jet-black Mary Janes.
Light of day, she thought as images flashed by her quivering mind.
Her eyes flitted through the place before, searching for something. Searching for life.
A twitch of movement across the corner of the room, and she stepped inside, looking at the stretch of cement on her right, opening into a new hallway. A window was fixed to the left, allowing the dull rays of late summer sunlight to light up the big room. Her bronze face paled as she looked at the sight before her.
Two women stood before her, one in her teens and another in her early twenties. The first was really, really familiar.
"You..." she hissed. The teenage girl turned to her, her eyes staring at her with no light, lips pressed tight in stress. Her eyes were glassy, eyebrows bent is desperation.
Regardless, the desperate, newly entered guest looked at her with nothing but betrayal and rage. Something vanished in her eyes; the last of her hope that may never return.
"What are you doing here?"
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Playing with Fire
Mystery / Thriller~ DISCONTINUED ~ Three students. One game. Or is it? Odin, Jothi, and Emma are simply... students of Fleiden High. Wake, school, sleep, and repeat. Maybe. And then comes the fire alarm, lighting up chaos, topped with a challenge of survival. A myste...
