I couldn't stand up.
My legs were weak.
I was weak.
I was scared.
Horrified.
Over and over I kept thinking, 'this must be why I'm not allowed to watch horror movies until I'm 18.'
Now I don't think I ever want to watch horror movies.
Never.
My thought bubble was popped.
Whispers were coming from the other side of the wall.
Or were they coming from the wall itself?
I don't know anymore.
I finally got up.
Wrapped my hands around me.
And began to walk.
I needed to get out of this... Nightmare.
I wiped the tears off my face.
I told myself that I need to be brave.
If I don't toughen up, I might never get out.
I might be trapped.
Forever.
I tore the bottom half of my costume off.
I threw the wig onto the ground.
Al the little accessories, I wanted to leave behind.
I was now a mess.
A girl in a short dress.
Wearing sneakers.
And makeup similar to a vampire.
But I knew now, I was ready for adventure.
I was ready to escape.
I began to walk.
The carpet smushed underneath my feet.
It sounded wet.
And moldy.
And possibly 1000 years old.
I started to slow down.
I noticed that a painting began to move.
All I could see was dots.
So I crept a little closer.
I examined the paint, as it played around on the canvas.
A little girl.
Running in the field.
With a dog, wearing a bright pink collar.
They chased each other around a tree.
It was non-stop.
I was actually amazed.
But then I squinted and looked closer at the characters.
That little girl...
It's the same one.
The one with the flowers around her head.
And the barbed wire, cutting into her shoulders.
I almost fell.
Once again, I was freaking out.
It's not real.
It can't be.
It's an illusion.
But my words aren't helping.
I saw what I saw.
I froze.
A cold, wet object, pressed against the back of my leg.
I turned around.
And saw another canvas.
But it had no painting.
So I gulped.
Looked down.
Shivered.
And then almost vomited, in disgust.
