Forbidden Love (A Ross Lynch Love Story)

Choices

Cat's P.O.V.

Again, I was is the same room I always was. I was in the same damned beige room. The room had four walls, white tiles, and nothing else in it. It also had a door.

A small brown door.

I sat down on the floor, taking in the normal musty smell, making shapes in the normal dusty floor, doing nothing. I looked over to the door and thought something I've never thought before. I stood and began a slow, steady pace to the door. As usual, everything in here was slow and steady.

I place my hand on the small round knob and turn it.

To my surprise, for once, it was unlocked. I opened the door and a dim light filtered in to the otherwise saturated beige room. My head peered our into the hallway, where there is nothing. There is nothing, and no one. No doors, no windows, no people. Just a long, beige hallway, with white tiles.

Suddenly, at the end of the hallway, my eye latches on to a movement. I see white. A small girl, in a white dress, crooking her finger at me, beckoning me. My feet lurch forward on their own accord, following the hallway. The dim, yellow lights in the hallway begin to flicker, and a slight gust of wind comes from nowhere. The nightgown that I'm wearing swooshes around me. The lights flicker once again.

I finally reach the little girl and she wraps get hand around one of my fingers, and begins pulling me forward. The lights flicker again, and finally go out, but the girl continues to pull me through darkness. A soft glow radiates ahead and we approach a double door opening. The doors are locked with a chain, and lock. We don't have a key.

The girl gently pushes me forward, towards the door. I don't know what to do, do I push on it softly. The lock and chain fall to the ground, echoing throughout the hall. The doors slowly creak open on their own accord. I look around, the room has a light.

The room as an operation room.

There is a metal table, complete with wrist and ankle straps, surrounded by multiple surgical tools. There are also different colored vials throughout the room. Vials of strangle liquids, all with different illegible labels. The girl in the white dress walks over to the wall, touches something, and stares as the wall opens and a crawl space appears.

She looks at me and I take the cue to climb in. She shuts the wall behind me.

I lay down and begin to cry, I suddenly don't want this. Why doesn't anyone come to save me? Where is everyone. I rotate myself and scratch at the door, desperate to escape. I scream, cry, yell, hit the wall for what seems like hours, but no one comes to save me. I scratch until my fingers are raw, chipping away at my fingernails, I cry out for help, from anyone, but no one comes. I am stuck here, I will die here.

Suddenly, I can't breathe. I struggle to make air, but it's impossible. Many whispers filter through the crawl space, and I scratch at my neck, at the invisible arms strangling me. "Shh, child." Someone whispers to me and I struggle harder. "No one will hear you."

My eyes widen and a scream finally works its way through my mouth as I feel hands on my body. They shred my clothes and touch be, leaving burns and scars where they've been. Hurting me. I scream once more as I'm dragged backwards suddenly. Backwards into the unrelenting darkness.

I jolt out of bed screaming.

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Ross P.O.V.

"You can drag me to hell first." Drake spits in my face angrily. I'm tempted to knock him out, take Cat, and run, but I don't doubt that he's way stronger than me. He won't let me take Cat to a hospital, when obviously, she needs it. Yet, he won't tell me why.