A Forgotten Past

Escape?

I don’t know how I got into this mess.

But what I do know is that there’s no escape.

I have no idea of what to do, or where I am.

I think I’m in an abandoned school.

I just hope this is a dream.

And if it is... I want to wake up soon.

“Playing hide-and-seek, eh?” he said in a sinister manner.

At this point, I began to shiver in the dark and cramped locker. I began to sweat, despite the long, cold night I've been through.

Because if he finds me…

…he’ll definitely kill me. 

I hugged myself tightly, praying that he would search in another room. 

But deep down inside, I’m hurt and confused. 

I didn’t do it…. Did I? 

Was I wrongly accused of… a murder?

His footsteps echoed as he walked along the hall. I peeked through the crack of light to see the surrounding. There was a man of a tall figure, wore a coat of that like a mafia's. His face was completely unrecognizable as he had shades that covered his eyes and also had a black hat on. Even though anyone can't tell who he is, it's just plain clear that he's dangerous.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are," he called out in his low voice.

I can hear myself trembling and breathing. I cupped both of my hands on my mouth so that I won't make a sound. I closed my eyes as the sound of footsteps grew louder and clearer.

But then it stopped for a few moments. The sound grew softer.

I had to look through the gap once more.

He’s leaving! That’s great! Does this mean –?

*clack*

*BANG* 

Uh-oh.

I stumbled right as he was about  to leave the place. He turned around and saw me on the floor. He had a triumphant smile on his face as he walked towards me. Before anything else, I picked myself up and ran away to the opposite direction. 

I ran as fast as my legs could take me. I don’t care where it leads me, as long as I escape. Lightning from the outside lit up the corridor for a split second. Sound of heavy rain could be heard. I longed to jump from the window, but seeing that I’m on the 4th floor of this building, then there’s no difference than getting caught because I’ll die in both ways anyway.

I found myself in the dark and bumped into something solid.

I fell backwards and my forehead is probably bruised. As I rub my head violently, my eyes adapted to the dark.

A dead end?!

No, no.. This can't be!

I immediately stood up and pressed my palms against the wall, desperately finding for another way, breathing heavily. 

Footsteps were heard as I see a shadow approaching me.

It's no use...

Who am I kidding...

Perhaps I'd die than live being known as a murderer.

I was forcefully grabbed by my shoulder. He turned me around and slammed me against the wall, his whole arm firm on my neck.

I was good as dead now.

"You think you can run?” he spat.

“What do you want from me?” I asked, choking back my tears.

He started laughing maniacally, and if you ask me, his laugh was as bad as he looks.

“Not only were you a murderer, but you were also a traitor,”

“What?” 

“Don’t worry. That doesn’t matter…

...Because you’ll die here anyway,” he whispered and waved his knife in front of me.

He raised his knife to slash me right there.

What did I ever do to him? 

(Weeks Earlier)  

End of Chapter 1