Don't try to Escape

Chapter 2 - Part I & II

I

BEFORE

Once upon a time a girl named Sarah.

Sarah was lying for a while. She opened her eyes slowly and tried to adapt to the light that turned her dreams into something distant and impossible. She saw the breeze waving the white curtains that were dancing in soft movements just above her head. The wind passed through her face and lifted a strand of ginger hair. It waved idly and fell on her cheek. Looking from below, the mustard wall looked way bigger than she could remember.

I'm on the floor, she has noticed it.

Sarah tried to keep her eyes on the ceiling fan when she felt a sharp pain in her belly. Something was weighing on her, and it was annoyingly pressing her hip. She raised one hand and pushed something away as if were a pesky mosquito. Her motions were a failed attempt of swatting the air. To her surprise, there was nothing on her, she just felt her naked skin shiver when the wind blew on it. Sarah frowned.

She rubbed her eyes to stay awake, but her fingers were rough like sandpaper on her eyelid. The hands were rough, and her irritated eyes blinked insistently. Then, naturally, she rubbed her hands together. Her fingers throbbed at a slow and constant pace. It was when she saw a dark liquid that was set in her hands. What a mess! She was too tired to think straight, so she would clean this up later. Then, she noticed a sticky crust on her nails, and it made her curious. She moved her hands next to the eyes and stared at it carefully. She tried to get the dirt off with the thumb, but she felt a slight spark, typical of sensitive skin. There were no nails, they were taken out, she answered a silent question. Sarah's eyes popped, her breath got faster, her lungs got sounds by the heavy and continuous efforts.

A bomb of memories has blown up in her mind and triggered disturbing images of what had happened there. Her impulse was to stand up and sit, but her arms could not hold her weigh. She felt on her back letting out a low and deep grunt. The weak and sore body was surrendered to a scary trembling, revealing her fragile condition. The breeze coming from the window got mixed with the bitter and sweet smell of the blood all over the floor.

Moving her shoulders through the crimson-colored puddle, she could finally sit and look around. He's not here, she looked for him, but her vision was blurry. She pricked up her ears to hear the noise coming out of the room: a distant bus; silence; the curtains hitting the window; silence. She could not know how long she has been there, maybe for hours.

The darkness at the door feels as if anything could come out of it.