Forbidden // h.s.

Ch. 5 Get the Hell Out

All i can hear is my heart pounding against my chest like a constant drum beating at a strangely--oddly strange pace. I'm being pushed and shoved as I try to hold together all I have left of my mental state before my emotions burst. Keeping my arms close to my chest, looking up and down, from left to right, slowly trying to get by unnoticed...ultimately not wishing to capture the same fate Cynthia unfortunately was laid upon.

I'm so close. I'm going to make it. I have to. The door way to my safety is within twenty feet. Ironically, the second i am consumed in a somewhat sense of relief, it's ripped away from me harshly as three more gun shots were heard and my speed rate automatically picked up out of exhilaration.

Suddenly, my feet stumble upon a clearing. There's one...two...three...four...five men all dressed in black with guns held captive in there hands. My mouth involuntarily releases a gasp and my stomach churns as my eyes wander down to see--to see the once glimmering ballroom floor... Coated with Scarlett red blood. Spilling from the nine once beating hearts bathing in it. Consumed in my vulnerable state, I failed to notice the multiple pair of eyes set upon myself. As the intruders slowly crept toward me, with sly grins masking across their face... I quickly comprehended what I had to do and before I knew it, I was darting away from the situation.

Multiple shouts of 'Get her!'s were heard as I dashed for an escape. I didn't know where I was going, or how this day would end tonight, or maybe even what the hell's going on...but all I knew was i need to get out of here.