Walls

Lost

Beautiful cover by RaghaddMurad

The night engulfs me, its dark talons pulling me down, devouring me. I look for you, I search for you but I see nothing.

I call out.

My voice bounces off the narrowing walls around me, enclosing me in this evil. There are no windows, no lights, just dark, damp, black walls. The smell creeps in through my nostrils, demanding to be smelt. It stings.

I trip.

My hands grasp at something cold, lifeless. I feel hair, long and soft. I move my hand to her face. Blood.

Then I hear it, a long pitch less scream. Sophie!

I run.

The walls seem narrower than ever, my shoulders bang against its sides. Then the room opens and the air is cold. The damp smell has been replaced with an odour of rotting flesh. My hands search for something to hold, and grasp cold metal. Metal. I had been in here for a day and there was nothing here but rough, brick walls and death. Yet now there was metal, most defiantly metal. A way out; it must be a way out. I search frantically for a handle, finally I find it. Locked. No, it can't be locked, it can't be. I throw myself at the door, pounding and pounding, hoping. Yet I know that my feeble attempts will do nothing.

There must be another, another door, I must get out, get out now. Walking forward I slide my hand against the wall hoping that I will feel that same cold metal. As my eyes droop I hear it again, the scream, Sophie's scream. She's alive.

I turn.

I drop to my hands and knees as the wall and I part our ways. The rough floor shreds the skin off my knees. Ahead of me I can hear movement in the silent depths, the first movement I had heard all day, could it be Sophie?

'Sophie! Sophie is it ... is it you?'

No answer

'Sophie!'

'Sophie! Are you there? Sophie!'

Only my own voice meets me, echoing against the vast walls that enclose us.

n/b - this is just a short beginning of a story I wrote, comment if you'd like me to carry on xx