At Oakwood - Cameron Wilde

8: There You Are

Rocky and I had decided to venture deeper into the supply room. As we did so, the place seemed to get darker and colder. But our eyes were adapting to the sombre, new surroundings around us.

At least there was a dim light illuminating from somewhere in the room. Which gave the atmosphere a rather, how do I day, rusty vibe. Multiple hues of dry copper and orange colours cascading into the room.

We tried to be as careful as possible while walking through what felt like an eternal abyss, but that didn't entirely end well for either of us. Because it seems that on queue, all of this happened:

Rocky had walked into a thick stringy spider web and then resorted to shrill screaming as she collapsed on the ground in a frenzy and violently tried thrashing to get the sticky strings off of her.

Then I got distracted by her display and bumped into a shelf, more than a dozen cardboard boxes fell on me. Fortunately they were empty but I got such a fright it literally felt like my soul left my body for a few moments. When I thought it was okay, a really heavy cardboard box landed on my foot and I swear a bone clicked. I started crying in pain, trying to get out from under the boxes.

Rocky recovered herself from the nasty spider web and helped haul me my poor foot out from under the heavy box.

"T-thank you.... Thank you so much..." I said, getting to my feet and stumbling, I was tired, scared and now really hurt.

How on earth was I going to explain this to my dad?

Rocky nodded and smiled. I'm actually very sure we will be good friends. Which I really need. I hate being alone, but I am so used to it. In junior school, I was popular. I had the friends and support, and I don't mean to brag but I also had the looks, and even the charm.

It seems now that this generation I live in is overflowing with disrespect, rudeness, and all sorts of things that no one likes, yet people do it. With this being the now, it kind of made me lonely, but I try my best to not become pessimistic or rude myself.

Alright, enough of my life lesson. Back to the story.

A sudden strike of pain hit my left foot, I fell to the ground and gripped my foot with my left hand. It wasn't broken I can assure that, but it hurt like crazy.

Just great... My left foot aches and my right hand has been gored.

What next?

Am I going to smash my head to bits?

Maybe Erin can play another game where he'll probably snap my skull in two... Well, that is if he can find us or if we find him.

"I think we should go back. Maybe the door has been unlocked..." Rocky tilts her head to the right slightly and looks at me with curious blue eyes.

"And who, may I ask, would have unlocked it... And why?" I was a bit agitated because I was constantly feeling the horrible pain pulsing through me.

Rocky went completely silent.

Sigh, I'm so sorry about that. And right after I claimed I wasn't going to be pessimistic or rude. Oh poo, I just hope she isn't offended by that.

I attempted to get up again, this time Rocky didn't help. Yup, she's offended.

"You know what... Let's check if we can find a way out," I let out a deep breath after saying this.

I turned around and limped to where the door was, or where I thought it was. Rocky follows quietly, looking around and hoping not to walk into anymore of those wretched spider webs hiding about.

We couldn't find the door. Anxiety took control of me and hot tears start rolling down my cheeks. I could feel my heart shrinking in my chest as if it was being crumpled like paper; it hurt.

"I hate this place!" I cry out in frustration, clenching my good hand into a fist.

Rocky looks at me. I know I'm probably scaring her now, or she just thinks I'm being stupid, but I'm really scared.

Without thought I continue to shriek, "I don't want to be trapped in this stupid place anymore! What is wrong with this school!?"

Rocky tries to help calm me down"...It's okay Cameron... We will get out of here-"

"No! There's no way out, Rocky! Can't you see that!?" I scream back instantly.

I didn't mean to. It was awful, I have never felt so ruthless in my life. I have never shouted at someone until now. It felt like that last drop of good had just seeped away from me, leaving me to be a cold, lonely lump.

What is wrong with me... Why couldn't I say sorry? It seems like that word was just unable to escape my lips, like there was a bug lump in my throat forbidding me to say that one word.

Now I'm being such a drama queen, but I can't help it!

Rocky looked as if she had just been stabbed with a knife through her heart. A few tears well up in her dark blue eyes. She slowly took off her beanie and gave it a tight squeeze in her hands to reassure herself. She breathed deeply and proceeded to use her beanie to wipe her tears away.

At that moment, the dim light above us flicked off. Such convenient timing.

There was a long moment of silence between us. It felt like I could hear the darkness by now, and I began to feel a sense of... Calmness.

I don't know how, but having nothing I can see around me made me feel calm. There seemed to be nothing to look forward to and nothing to look back upon. It felt like I was serene and in a blank surrounding. I could only feel the ground below me, and that was it.

That's when we both heard heavy footsteps and saw two, glowing yellow eyes. They shone like lanterns, a rough distinction of an animalistic face. There was a jaggered snout and even more jaggered teeth sprouting from them. It was hard to tell though, there was a rough outline of the face being illuminated with the pale yellow, but still difficult to distinguish.

I raspy deep voice sliced through the silence. It was deep and dark. It was monotonous and showing no emotion. It only said three words, but those three words made my skin crawl like millions of ants were writhing under the layers of my pale flesh.

"There you are."

Rocky and I froze.