My ear piercing scream filled the cupboard I was hiding in. I tried to scramble backwards but my back hit the wall. My heart began racing at a hundred miles an hour at the thought of no escape. No escape from the vile creature that lay before me. I looked at it, trying to make out what it was. It seemed to resemble some kind of male human. He had jet black hair which fell messily before his eyes. His eyes were an unusual shade of green which burned through one's soul. His lips had been dyed with the color of blood with faint specks of brown and pink. But his face. His face was sheet white. It was as if it had be shred of all its color and had been left as a colorless rainbow. He looked dead. He looked like a dead person with his white face, jet black hair, unusually colored lips and emerald green eyes. He looked dead. And it made my blood curl. Yet, the longer I looked at him, the more it seemed like I had known him from somewhere or someone.
Myron.
It suddenly hit me. It was Myron. He looked like Myron. They had the same jet black hair and emerald eyes. Someone of their facial features where the same too. Only, unlike the creature (which I refused to call a man from his horrifying appearance), Myron had tanned skin and not the sheet which the creature before me possessed. And so all I was left to do with the idea in mind was to scream. I screamed. Again. I screamed on the top of my lungs but it was suddenly muffled when he placed his hand over my mouth.
"Shut up," he growled through his gritted and worn teeth. "Don't speak a word."
He continued to press his stinking hand to my mouth, silencing me from any further screams of fright. His hand really stank. It stank of a deceasing corpse whose grave had been uncovered. Or simply it stank as of the guy hadn't had a shower for a very long time and had rolled around in a pit of mud. His stench travelled up through my nose which wrinkled up in disgust. I felt myself starting to feel a familiar build-up of sick in the pit of my stomach. I needed for his hand to get off my mouth otherwise a further contribution to his stench would be added to by the horrendous liquid that was daring to fly out my mouth any minute yet; vomit.
As if the creature had read my mind, he spoke, "if you promise not to scream I'll remove my hand."
I vigorously began to nod my head to say yes and so he quickly removed his hand. As if I had been enlightened, I let out a huge sigh of relief before inhaling the somewhat sweet but much better smell that surrounded me. I felt pressure on my arm of the creature grabbing onto my arm before beginning to drag me backwards. Not only did I begin to panic but I was also filled with confusion as to why he could be dragging me back. We were in a cupboard so there would obviously have been a back to it. Maybe he was planning on killing me by squishing me into the back of the cupboard maybe like he might have done to Myron.
Myron.
I suddenly remembered the boy and his nonexistence in the situation I was in. The creature was still holding onto me, his long thick claws digging into my skin and inevitable to leave scars. Scars which would remind me my whole life for what was about to come. I didn't know what was going to happen to me. He just continued to pull me back and back and back. It was as if the cupboard had to back – it was just endless. And so, at the remembrance to Myron and the fright of where this creature was taking me and what he was going to do with me, I let out a blood curling scream and tears began to stream out my eyes. I began screaming more and more. I started to kick my legs. I struggled in his grasp, kicking my legs wildly like a kid having a tantrum. He scowled at me but just carried on dragging me across the cupboard floor while I hollered away.
But then I fell.
I fell down through some kind of hole on the floor of the cupboard. It was if it was endless, though for I just kept falling and falling, never come to a halt. My shrieks surrounded me, clasping onto me to replace where the claws had been scaring me. I finally landed on something soft but with a loud thud. Pain shoot up through my body and I let out an unruly groan. I gave myself a few moments to recover from the shock before opening my eyes (which had at some time during the fall shut).
It was pitch black around me, the only light came from a tiny hole from where the moonlight shined through on the side of what looked like a concrete wall. I looked around me. I was surrounded by four tall concrete walls and in the corner lay a body. I didn't know who it was and I was too scared to go up to it. So I just shuffled into the corner and wrapped my arms around my body as I brought my knees up to my chest. I rested my forehead on my knees as I choked out a sob. My whole body ached and all I could see in my closed eye lids was the image of the scaring face which had dragged me down this whole. At some point during all my sobbing and screaming, I fell asleep. I fell asleep in the concrete pit with a limp body laying opposite me.
