Run, I told myself. Faster, I urged my legs to heed my command. I ran into a shopping mall that I am very familiar with and into one of its corridors, hoping to be able to lose the people chasing me.
There was room that I knew would lead me to safety, however, it was also a place that I could not lead them into because then they would know my secrets. What secrets? I stumbled momentarily as I asked myself. But I had no answers.
Footsteps thundered behind me as I tried a left corner and I knew I would be reaching the end of the corridor soon. Left with no choice, I quickly opened the door on my left and shut it as fast as I could, locking the doorknob and secured the latch after.
Knowing that my chasers would catch onto my hiding spot soon, I zeroed in on the item that would save me from this predicament. A box. It is a square 70cm by 70 cm. I curled myself into the box and shut the heavy metal door behind me, pulling down the latch on the door from the inside.
'She's in here!' A voice yelled from the corridor as the door to the room shook from the force of the man (or men) pulling on the door.
'Hurry!' I whispered and prayed at the same time as the voices of my chasers got louder and nearer to the box I was hiding in.
'It's here! The box! She must be inside! This is the one we've been looking for!' My heart sank when I realised they knew what the box could do.
I felt myself holding onto the walls of the box as my world spun around. They must be carrying the box and shaking it, I thought, trying to hold in my nausea. The door of the box had no handle or knob on the outside so it could not be opened from the outside when the door is shut.
A drill sounded from right beside me. They are drilling a hole in the box to open it! Hurry please! I thought and prayed as I watched the minutes passed on my watch. The music, My Heart Will Go On, played just as my watch showed 12pm from inside of the box.
I was so relieved and slid the latch on the door which is located on the inside of the other side of the box. I pushed open that door and stepped through to enter a place that I was so familiar with and shut the door behind me.
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Dreamscape
General FictionDo your dreams make sense? I'm attempting to piece them together to make a story of adventure, romance and pure imagination. Dreams are whatever you make of them and they belong to me so it's up to me to interpret and tell them. To me, I'm on a ques...