CHAPTER 1 cursed
I open my eyes, unaware of where I am. I soon realize what I had just been through, and start searching for my acquaintance, Annabelle. I look to my left, and only see the bloodstained walls. I look to my right, and see her smiling at me. Her eyes filled with evil; it takes me a while to realize if it is her. A tear fell from my eye.
"Don't cry..." She said in an unrecognizable voice.
"Where is she?" I ask, in a soft cry...
"Who? Everyone you need is right here." It seems that she has no emotion in her voice. I now know it's not her.
"Annabelle! Where is she!" I try to stand up but it's no use.
"Help me..." It's her. That came from her. I can tell. "Help!" She cries again.
"Annabelle?" I cry. "Where are you?"
"Desiree, forget helping me! Get out of here! I'll find my own way out! Do whateve--" Her voice cuts out.
"I'm right here..." It's not her anymore. I start looking around, trying to find some way to help her, and get her out of here. I start to try to make my way through the bars of the room. I can almost fit through, but My ribs wont make it through. But I keep going.
"Where are you going?" The voice says.
I keep trying to go through. I start to yelp out of pain. The monster gets closer and closer to me. I get through the bars, but just as I try to walk, the pain in my ribs get stronger and stonger. To the point where I can't walk. I lie on the floor in pain, my eyes forcing themselves shut. Everything blacks out.
I can hear my name being called.
"Desiree! Desiree! Please wake up! I found a way out of here, but we have to go..." The voice fades out. Then I can here it again "Oh...Come on!" I can feel myself being lifted. "Ugh! It's no use..."
My eyes open, and I see Annabelle looking down at me.
"Good, you're awake. Now come with me. I have a way out but we have to be fast, okay."
I try to nod my head, but I don't know if I am or not. I can't feel anything but pain, and my own weight. I try to pick myself up. Annabelle helps me. I close my eyes again.
When I wake up, I am lying in the snow. All I can see is snow for miles. I start looking around for Annabelle. A hand raises, and a small voice says "Right here..."
I start digging up the snow that the hand is coming from. I then see Annabelle's frozen face.
"Hi..." She said, smiling.
I smile back at her, then help her up. "Are you okay?" I ask. "Are you hurt?"
"I'm fine," She answered. "I may have some broken bones, but I'm..." She stops talking to get up. I'm guessing the snow numed the pain she had, and it's just now coming back. That's all I can tell by the look of her face. "Ugh...I'm fine..." She continues.
"Where are we?" I ask, My voice in confusion.
"Somewhere in the middle of life and death." She sarcasticly answers.
"Oh, God..." I said. "How are we gonna get out of here?" I panic.
"Uh..." Annabelle looks around. "Do you see any trees?"
"No." I answer. "Why?"
"Becuase trees are good. You can use them for fires, for shelter--"
"What was that place?" I ask.
"That was Bunker D." She politly answers. I remember hearing about this on the news. But it was in the spring, and all of the snow was melted, and turned into water. He had swam to a small village, and told everyone that there was a large bunker, with odd demonds who tried to kill him. He said that they called the bunker, Bunker Death. The villagers had set off, to try and find this bunker, but they never found it. About a year after that, he moved into a new house. After about a month of living there, he dissapered again. They resently found his body in a large bunker, but the people who found his body also dssapered, and they found their bodies a few weeks ago.
(Sorry its so short for now, but I am working on another book, so I have to slow down on this one, but I will update it when I have any sort of idea, or inspiration...)
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Teen FictionMy name is Desiree Valentine, I am nineteen years of age. When I was young, maybe about five, I would play with my friends. I loved them. They would all die. This only happened when I was around. This wasn't a shooting. This wasn't a murder. They si...