Seline, a girl whose parents left when she was still a baby, was left in custody with her aunt. They led a life of poverty, until she got accepted into Twins Academy, a college she would never have expected to be associated with all her life, includ...
Unlike the classic exterior of the main house, the storeroom looked pretty run-down in comparison.
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Tugged away in a corner amongst the overgrown grass was a small storeroom covered in black paint. There was nothing fancy about the storeroom - just a basic shed used to store things. I strode up to the storeroom cautiously.
"Dylan?" There was no response. I knocked on the storeroom door. Still no response. I pushed on the wooden door; It wasn't locked, creaking as it swung inwards. I stepped into the storeroom. All four walls and floors were covered with wooden boards, and the room smelt like wood and dust. There was nothing inside except for a few bookshelves and spades that looked like they haven't been touched in ages. The windows of the storeroom showed nothing outside but grass.
"Jen..?" I heard the door close with a clank before a familiar voice sounded from behind me. I turned around and there was.. Skye.
"What are you doing here?!" We shouted simultaneously. Why the hell was Skye here?? I could tell he was, too, visibly shocked to see me in the storeroom.
"The heck is going on?" He was waving his hands wildly from me to him, and then back to me again.
"I should be asking you that! I'm here because I received a message that my friend needed help!"
"Doesn't seem like there's anyone else in here, is there?" He continued to wave his hands in exasperation. "Forget it, I'm out of here." He headed for the storeroom door.
"Like I want to be here either!" I exclaimed in annoyance, following him to the door.
Clank! Clank!
"Are you freaking kidding me right now."
"What.." I walked over to where Skye was standing. He was yanking the wooden door as hard as he could, but it wasn't budging an inch. Don't tell me.. we're locked in?! I started pulling on the door ledge with all my might. No, no, no. This is not happening. Why, of all people I'm stuck with, it had to be Skye?
"You think you can open it if I can't?" Skye had his arms crossed and was looking at me when one eyebrow raised.
"Maybe you can talk less and use that energy to open the door!" I shot back.
"Fine." Skye went to retrieve a spade from the back of the storeroom. "How old are these things anyway?" He scrunched his nose up in disgust and started using it to jab at the sides and hinges of the wooden door. I took another and used it to hit the door, in hopes of chipping away pieces of wood, but it only ended up making dust fly everywhere.
"This isn't working." I slumped down onto the floor after trying all sorts of methods to open the door, to no avail. We tried the spades, tried using our arms and legs to force open the door, tried screaming for help, tried knocking on the door for someone to notice us, but none of that seemed to work.
"Shit, Trevor has my phone. Argh, why at this kind of time.."
Phone. PHONE. I HAVE MY PHONE. STUPID ME. Why haven't I thought of that? I fumbled through my bag for my phone. Found it! Shit. 2%. I hurriedly opened up my contact list. Just one call.. Suddenly, my phone started ringing. Dylan. Dylan's calling! I quickly picked up the call.
"Dylan! Help we are stuck in the-"
"Your Aunt Elda fell down and is now being sent to the hospital."
What? My mind went blank. Aunt Elda..
"What's going on?" Skye asked when he saw my expression.
"What happened to her?! ... Hello? ... Dylan??" All I heard was silence from the other end. I looked down at my phone. No.. The screen was black. No.. please.. not at this time.. I pressed the on button frantically. It didn't turn on. It was completely dead.
"No.. Please.. Don't die now.. You can't die now!" I shook the phone as hard as I could, tears starting to stream down my cheeks. Aunt Elda.. What if something happened to her? She meant everything to me. Why am I stuck here at this time?! I kicked the wooden door so hard my feet started to bleed. I couldn't think straight anymore.
"Hey.. stop!" Skye pulled me away from the door. "What the hell are you doing to yourself? What's going on?"
"Aunt Elda.. Hospital.. I can't get out.. I need to be there.." I could barely get the words out between sobs.
Skye seemed to understand what I meant from the few words I said, though he didn't reply me. He sat me down and started to take off his shirt.
"What the fu-" I started to stand up when I saw what he was doing. What is he trying to do at this time? I was already broken over what had happened and there he is trying to-
"Just relax, okay! I'm not gonna do anything to you!" Skye pushed me back down firmly but gently, and started wrapping his shirt around my bleeding feet.
Why is he being so nice to me all of a sudden? "Thanks.." It was all I could muster up between my sobbing.
"Don't worry, I'll find a way to get us out of here."
That was the last thing I heard before I blacked out.
