Forgotten

Chapter 3: A whole new world

Previously in forgotten:

He led me out of the room and into another room but this time there was something awfully strange about it. There was a door. But no ordinary door. It had a bright blue light shining everywhere inside it. I just realized what is gonna happen. He was pushing me through the door. After he successfully pushed me in all the way he closed the door and locked it. Before he officially left he said these four words that I didn't understand what he meant by them "have a nice ride". I was scared and nervous for what s to come.

I looked around the room trying to make out what little I can see. The bright blue luminous light that once shined began to diminish. I saw another door. As I tried to get to the door, the tight restraints left me vulnerable. I looked around me hoping there was something I could use to break the tight cuff. I caught a glimpse of what could be a key right next to my thigh. I tried to reach but the cuff pulled me back. This would be the only time I could escape and I needed to get that key. I started to reach again, pulling harder to the point where I could feel the cuff cutting through my gentle skin. All of that pain payed off when I reached the key and used it to break me from these cuffs.

I got up slowly, making sure I didn't make any noise so that guy wouldn't come back and know that I was trying to escape. ' Who knows what he'll do to me?' The thought sent shivers up my spine. I made my way to the big metal door that separated me from the real world and left the room only to find myself outside on the rough, white sidewalk. I looked around me thinking to myself 'This is so strange. The door was supposed to lead to the room I was in before.' Without any hesitation, I began darting as far away as possible from this building and towards the nearest shop so I could phone a police. The first shop I came across was a pawn shop my grandmother used to work in. I stepped inside and as the door opened a ringling sound came up behind me signaling that someone has entered. An old man with white hair the color of snow and bushy eyebrows stood in the counter arranging some of the items. I approached the counter and greeted the man. "Excuse me sir, but could I borrow a phone? I need to call the police. My parents were murdered and I was kidnapped but I managed to escape." The man stood silent and acted like I never said anything. "Sir, I need the phone." I said a little louder in case he was hard of hearing. Just like he did before, he still stood in the same position arranging items as if I never existed. I went up even closer to him as if to tap his shoulder but the scariest thing had happend. My finger had gone right through. I let out a slight gasp and thought to myself, ' Am I dead? Am I just a ghost wandering through the streets just like my parents?' I slowly crept up to the dim corner of the small shop and began to whimper and cry.
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Authors note:
Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated in like a year but I had a lot going on. I'm going to start updating more often now so I hoped you enjoyed this chapter and please vote and comment any suggestions that you have that could improve me as a writer.