Ahead of me lay a long corridor like room.
At the end of the corridor was a girl tied up on a chair.
She turned, looking at us with dead eyes sunken into her head and opened her mouth to scream.
The sound was like no other. It was piercing, a sound of utter pain.
We glanced at each other, unspoken words granting us silent conversation, one glance that's all it took with a true friend, I realised, one glance. And we both knew...
...It was go time.
We started forward, trepidation coursing through me like a tidal wave.
No turning back. No turning back.
As if reading my mind the door slammed behind us. Thea gasped and we both jumped into the air, tiny translucent locks, like a miniature version of what was downstairs snaked around the door, securing it in place and securing us in.
Shaking I scampered down the hallway.
Closer and closer to the girl.
Getting nearer I saw her hands. Bound behind her like skeletons of fragile birds, thin and twiggy and hollow. That's the one word answer I would use to describe this girl, hollow. Her wrists were red and raw from the thick rope that held her there. She was trapped. No way to get out, no way to escape.
I ran forwards, she opened her mouth again and I heard nothing.
...Until I was little over a pace away, then I heard it.
"No"
and she disappeared. No green smoke, no poof. No magic and no magician. Just... gone. What?
I couldn't react, I just stared at where she was, her dry, scratchy voice echoing through my skull.
No.
"Lil"
"Seriously, Lil"
"Lil-i-a"
"Hellooooo, earth to Lilia! You need to see this!"
"Lilia help!"
The shaking in her voice awoke me from the coma-like state I went into just standing there. Standing and staring.
"W-what?" I stuttered. What?!
"There... wall.... Die... look..." she managed breaking down in sobs and pointing behind her.
It was then I noticed the wall less than three metres behind her, moving forwards menacingly, coming for us.
"Let's go!" I screamed my mind finally clearing.
I dragged her up and we ran to the wall behind where the girl had been sat, it was black and almost completely camouflaged in the shadows.
YOU ARE READING
Rebuilt
Teen FictionHave you ever seen that girl, or boy, in the corner? Sitting there alone. That was me. Weak, some people thought. Fake, others thought. But every day as they all stare at me, I know that one person did this to me; made me feel fear to just be around...
