CHARLOTTE

CHAPTER VI

The thing in there was in fact a human skeleton, like the whole body was sitting in there, all contorted, it still remained with some parts of human flesh and hair making it easy to infer that the living person was a woman. It seemed that she suffered a terrible death, her neck was all twisted and her jaw was broken along with some teeth.

I got up but I wasn't sure how this had any relation with me, or maybe I wasn't on the page anymore, maybe I had finally escaped the building and I hadn't realized it yet. But I was so wrong by thinking like that. Things were about to get worse.

Analyzing all my options, I realized the best one was to start moving, standing in the same place wouldn't lead me anywhere. I got away from the crime scene, walking over all the dust, metals and spilled blood. If I really was already out, it seemed quite lonely, the wind was whistling and the yellow tape was moving at the rhythm of it. I got goosebumps. My instincts were trying to warn me of the danger that was ahead, but I uncoscient of it, kept going my way.

I turned around several times just to see that I hadn't gotten away. But I was totally sure I did. I continued this process like a hundred times but all was still the same. If this was happening then the most probable reason was that I hadn't left yet. I was still trapped in this tiny and overwhelming prison and things were sinking below over the time.

I sat down on a nearby sidewalk to catch my breath, -I definitely need to improve my endurance -I thought, I breathed in and out a couple of times. The chills remained on my body but the emptiness of the place gave me a certain warmth in my heart. I can't remember the last time I was like this. Most of my childhood I was surrounded by strangers, they were nice but I can't or want to really acknowledge them. -I just need to learn how to calm down and everything will be fine -I spoked,-I need to focus -.

I tried as hard as I could. I felt the answer of what I truly had to do was close. Everything was going smoothly. Until I got interrupted. A noisy siren rose up out of nowhere. I gasp, the sound didn't come from a specific place, everything felt messier. I desperately tried to find the source of it but it was all in vain. My head continued spinning all over the place. This got me dizzy and along with the sound this made me sick.

My knees couldn't handle my weight and I fell down. My sight was set low, I began to randomly poke the mud. Everything I knew in my life felt as if it was full of holes. The commotion hadn't gone away. Some feet stood right at my side. That person was wearing some black shoes, but his legs were skinny and covered in bandages in all sorts of directions. My vision went up that way. The only things I could feel were my wide open eyes shrinking and my trembling voice unable to make a sound.

It wasn't a person who was standing right in front of me, it rather was a thing. Tiny drops of blood fell from its mouth right on my cheek. Among all the silence, almost before I was about to release a scream, somewhere far away, a liquid began dripping, the "thing" rushed over with all its will, leaving me behind.

My skin was getting warmer by the fact I was alone now. I grabbed my mouth to avoid making any sounds, I was afraid even the smallest whisper would bring that thing back. With the slowest moves I standed up, and began walking, but the situation I was placed in wasn't the best, and it was due to the fact a lot of noise was being made by the environment, in a certain way this might confuse the creature luring him to different places.

I passed the car again,but I forgot the fact that a lot of glass pieces were scattered all over the floor, and we all know what this means. If I accidentally stepped on one, I might not live to tell the tale. Cautiously I took baby steps, and as I might not have a plan to where to go, getting as far as possible was my best choice.

I could have tried to remove the broken segments, but there were too many of them making it impossible to complete this task. I resigned to that idea so I continued my way. After measuring each little action I made. I saw the end of the path, I wanted to jump right away but I had to confess that the fear possessed over me and it was little by little restricting my movements.

I gave it a try since like my mother used to say, no risk no gain, and for my lucky self, my right ankle twisted. Fortunately I didn't make a sound, at least a good thing among all the crappy ones. My pace slowed down but I was still getting away. My heart beat was calming down, allowing me to listen around me. As I felt myself fading away from existence, my eyes blinked a few times. Feeling tired I didn't acknowledge my movements, making me commit the awful mistake of crushing a little branch.

I realized the action I had done, my breathing was rushing, my torn hands began sweating. I turned around and there it was, the monster had returned, but it was different from before, some of his limbs were missing, he tried to crawl and attach to my leg, unfortunately he passed away in the process. He seemed rather vulnerable in that position. I reached my face closer to it and took a deep look at his eyes. He had shed a few tears. It looked like he also was in enormous pain. the stitches on its mouth were cut. Like if it had forced himself to open the mouth or rather scream.

I got back on my feet. The chill on my body told me to turn back, and there they were, a pair of stairs leading downstairs. -This isn't over -I told myself.

Bravely I entered the corridor, but the anxiety overcame my body. I felt a shadow stalking me, and I hadn't recognized this, but the feeling wasn't recent. I stopped before going down and turned around as quickly as I could to get a better glance at the objects (or persons) in my back. Emptiness was the only thing I watched, I had returned to the cold, gray walls of the building.

With each floor passed, I felt more prepared for what had to come next. I wasn't sure how many times I had already gone through this, but I hoped I could get out as soon as possible. Strangely I was able to recall the fact that I had a flashback, but this time there was no presence of one. Or that's what I thought when suddenly a lot of pictures began to pop up on my head. Making me dizzy I stopped midtrack. A lot of hospitals, doctors with hypocritical faces, powerful people, confusing words were being shown. The thing that caught my attention the most was a particular person. Someone that seemed familiar, I think it was my mom.