Lilly was wondering down the dull damp alley-way. Remembering it was all she could do, she remembers the way she escaped from the lonely room and place that she was in. She remembers the loud screams she had created. The fire that had happened. The nose-bleed, the headache, everything she did was all to be less lonely and to have a normal life.
She was circling the room now for the 582nd time. She was counting but got confused up to 400 so she started on 500. She gathered the things she needed, candles, a big empty space to sit. She sat down, put all the candles into a circle around her. Sitting cross-leged, she began her Latin words, they rolled off her tounge with ease. The candles lit by themselves, whilst she continued.
She started to feel a warm liquid run down her upper lip, she knew it was blood but it was so thin it could have been water. The headache started out small but soon began to grow up to the point were it felt like it was a drum in her head.
She carried on with her spell, then she heard footsteps, but not any footsteps; the footsteps of the people who captured her and forced her to live here but she can't stop the spell it is too dangerous. She heard the door slam open, she looked them in the eyes and kept the spell going.
She saw the portal to the other side open in front of her. The only way through is this portal and without her, they can't open it
She jumped through landed in the alley-way, she shut her eyes and opened them.
"This is real. I made it!" She whispered to herself.
Shutting and opening her eyes just to make sure it was real, she turned on her heel and then she saw the people she never wanted to see again.
The black trousers, black tops with armour underneath, big black boots and the gun pointing straight to the middle of her head.
