One more. Okay, another. Keep breathing, in and out. Am I just here to die? I can't be. Wait! I'm so stupid.
"Hello!"
Echo...
My head twitches in the direction of the wall. I turn to see the light again but this time its only partial light. Why is this? I can't take it. I pound on the window and yell again and this time I discover two things. One, the window is dirty and the grim can be swiped away. Two, pounding on the window makes me extremely out of breath. I fall to my knees this time breahing heavily and I find it in me to cry. But I stop.
What is that noise?
YOU ARE READING
The Rescue
Mystery / ThrillerOne window, one room, yourself and a mystery boy. What do you do when you wake up oblivious to everything and alone.
