Stuck

Chapter 3

Yes, yes.. I know! I'm sorry.. I should have updated but, you know, Christmas and stuff... Right. Oh yes, and don't forget to check out Merome, I kinda stole the conscience idea off her!

~Niamh

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I sniff the pungent air. It's a mixture of nail varnish and petrol. I stick out my tongue and gag. What's wrong now? Nothing. Then shut up. Ugh. I struggle with the leather ropes holding me down until I loosen them enough to be able to wiggle out from underneath it. Time to get out of this hell hole. I glance around to learn the room empty so I run over to a chest of drawers to find just what I need: a torch, more leather ropes and a knife. I see a bottle of weird liquid, so I'll take that too. After grabbing anything else I might need, like a lighter, candles, spoons, a wire clothes hanger, cream crackers and and glass bottles, I run over to the door and touch the cold metal handle. I pull it, twist it, push it, hit it furiously but I just can't open the door. Use the bloody knife. Ah, yes, thanks. I jam the knife in the side of the door and slide it up and down a bit before a loud click informs me that the lock broke.Told you. Thanks... I look out the little window on the door before opening it. A long corridor looms out in front of me. The wallpaper is brown and ripped, revealing a steel wall. Ashes, splinters and random smashed objects litter the floor. You sure you want to go down here? That's the first time it's been kind or helpful to me. It's pretty creepy... So is that woman, and I don't want to be trapped in there with her. True. I stumble out, a banging ache tapping at the back of my head. Black spots dance in front of my eyes. The cold air causes me to shiver. I step out. The smell of rotting wood hits me straight in the face. I feel nauseous now. Boy, that stinks. Yep.. Being very careful not to step on broken glass, I begin my journey down the long corridor. Distant sounds of screeching doors pierce my ears, causing me to jump. Ah, bloody hell, that hurts. I caught my arm on a rusty nail when I jumped. I inspect the sliced skin, squeezing it a bit to get out the bacteria. Thinking back to the metal room, I grab a short piece of the leather and wrap it around the injured area. I sigh, relieved of my pain.. A little bit. Would the weird liquid...? Are you trying to kill yourself? Of course not, only relieve the pain. Then of course, drink a strange black liquid that you found in a drawer in an abandoned asylum. Great idea! Well, when you put it like that... I think I'll leave it... Thank God. 

I find myself at the hallway, face to face with a rotting wooden door. It opens with a gentle push of my foot. I peer inside before jumping back when my name is called.

"AUSTIN BLAKER!" a voice shrieks from behind me. I whip around to find no one there, but they could arrive any moment. I rush into the room and shut the door behind me quietly, pushing a couple of large furniture items in front of it. I relax a little and turn around, about to sit down on the red (broken) armchair, when someone was already sitting in it.