The Knock at the window

Chapter 14: The First Door

Staring down at the wooden floor, glass smashed into sharp, tiny pieces. Martha stutters " S-someone is here " she stares at the floor with a look of horror on her face. I look up and there is nothing other then a blank, white ceiling. No figure of a human or a mythical creature. This couldn't be right. " no ones up there ... Who threw the glass?" I whispered to Martha.
" why are we still whispering..?" Martha asked.
"We are not alone" I said. I started to walk, minding the sharp shards of glass. " careful " I whispered to Martha.

" which door leads where?" I said inspecting the doors.
" OUCH!" Martha shrieked. Martha stood there clutching her right foot, tears streaming down her cheeks.
" I stepped on the glass, OUCHHH" Martha said weeping.
" there's a chair here, come on" I allowed her to put her weight on me and guided her to the chair. " you need to rest... It's a deep cut" I said worried about Martha.

" I'm fine... Just need to get the glass out... OH! Look in my bag there's a emergency bag, should be a plaster or cotton or something for now" Martha replied. I reached for her bag and rummaged through it trying to identify a green bag with a white cross.
" got it ... Will this do?" I asked pulling out a cotton bandage.
" yup! Just wrap it around" she said wincing at the pain. I carefully wrapped the cotton around her right foot and helped her stand.
" are you okay to walk...?" I asked.
" yes I'm fine" she said standing on her own.

10 minutes had past, we tried to think of a plan. I stood In front of the door closest to us ready to open it " ready?" I asked. " go for it " Martha said standing beside me. I held the handle with my hand and twisted it. It was hell.

Cold, dark and blood was what lead through this door. " where are we ?!" Martha said in disbelief. " I don't know... But whatever it is, it's not pretty" I said staring at the black roses.
'Were we in hell ?'.