Chapter Nine
An ear piercing scream can be heard, followed by the sound of a scared baby, no more than two years old, crying. As the mother desperately tries to protect her child, holding the little wailing girl to her chest while running through corridor after corridor, there seems to be no end to the horror; the footsteps are never far behind.
A gunshot can be heard echoing through the halls, making both the mother and the baby flinch in terror; it missed them by mere inches. Next, an empty glass bottle of beer is thrown in their direction, this time hitting the fleeing mother on her left leg. The broken glass penetrates the thin fabric of her worn pyjama bottoms before continuing into her delicate skin, sticking to the musculature there. This time her bloodcurdling scream hold both utter fear and unbearable pain as she bends down to harshly pull the foreign object out of her. She had no idea the bit of bottle would stick so firmly to her flesh.
Her mind is holding the knowledge that she has to hurry up. Not far away is a bend; she might be finding someplace to hide over there where the darkness is lingering and the pale light from the full moon cannot reach her. A promised safe harbour.
When she finally disconnects the glass from her calf - it hits the floor with a crack and continue rolling along the floor until it is stopped by a wall - the nerve wracking pain was bringing tears to her eyes. Despite it being multiplied by infinity when she was moving the injured muscles, she was forcing her legs forward as fast as she could go, limping forward at a dangerously slow speed.
"It's alright, baby. Mommy is here. There's nothing to be afraid of." She knows her words hold no value, yet she keeps cooing reassuring words into the child's ear.
Another gun shoot is fired.
The mother ducks at the sound and finally reaches the dark edge in the maze of halls. Protection. Finally. She grabs ahold of the small dimpled hand and presses it to her cheek. The baby seems to sense her calm and quietens, too.
"See, sweetheart? Everything is alright. Everything will be ok. Soon." The child's head falls heavily onto her shoulder, and she pats the damp locks of hair comfortingly. "There we go." The footsteps are nowhere to be heard.
Just before she slips into the blackness a red different from the one leaving a trail after her feet catches her eye in the silver moonlight. Her eyes look frantically for the source, refusing to believe anything without proof.
A small red dot on the child's shoulder brings her to her knees. The footsteps are once again becoming audible. The cry that leaves her lips is guaranteed to reveal the place of her hiding, but there is no room for that worry in her.
She has lost her only child.
Lauren's POV.
I opened my eyes and looked around the pitch black room, confused. The digital radio on the bed side table told me it was a quarter past four in the morning. I turned to my side, wrapping my arms around my knees, and closed my eyes. I had no idea why I had woken up without a reason - usually I slept through the night without waking up even once.
I sighed and turned to lie on my back and looked up at the ceiling. What had woken me up this early?
That was when I heard it. My question was answered as I heard someone scream at the top of their lungs somewhere on the other side of my closed door.
I jumped out of the bed and ran barefooted over the floor and wrenched the door out of my way.
"No!" That same person yelled. He sounded terrified. Had another weaponed man made it into someones room? Questions were flying around in my head like a tornado as I traced the screams to Harry's room.
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Dark Shadows
Fanfiction"You don't need boys to be happy" is the motto Lauren Kimberlyn has lived by most of her life. No point in letting chocolate curls, emerald eyes and dimples change that now, right?
