I shut my eyes from the blood curdling scream as the train slams to a stop.
"Run while you still can! Run!"
I hold on for my life as the light shut off, and blink back on, with five people missing.
I feel a tug on my arm and am surprised to find a small girl, tears dripping off of her chin.
"My sissy! She's gone! Pwease hewp!" she chokes out, and shows me a picture of the girl.
I nod and run to the 3rd cart, finding plates broken and scattered everywhere. For some reason, everything stopped. No, I’m not talking about some montage, I mean it. Everything stopped. The screams, the radio, the rumbling coming from the other room, which I though were bodies being thrown across the room, and the lights. The whole room turned dead. And then I heard the sound. A sound that shot my ears, that made my whole body numb, and I knew only one person that could have made it. A cry. Not just any cry though… A cry for help.
“Hewp! Hewp me pwease!” and then, the most terrified, blood curdling scream a human could have made. I rushed to the source of the sound, and broke down a door, only to find two girls, most likely twins, both playing with dolls, their back faced towards me.
“Hey! What’s going on! Is everyone okay!?” I panic.
“Yes. We Aw Just Having Fun with owa dollies! Wanna Pway?” One of them says, without turning around.
My arms start shuddering as I realize the one thing I should have the second I came in the room.
Blood.
“Uh, you know what? I left my dollies in my bag… I'll go get them.” As I’m about to leave, one of them grabs my leg, without looking.
“Wait! Look at my dwawing!”
“Oh no, I should go get my dollies so we can play..”
“I said look at it.” She shrills, and tightens her grip, making me feel faint.
“Okay, okay.”I bend down to look at it, but she pushes me. Okay, I know I sound like the perfect wimp right now, and a psycho,but that’s no 5 year old.
“No! I dont have enough ink!”
“Oh! Well I can go get some-” I start to say, but she grabs me, and digs her nails into my skin.
My body starts to lose control, but I hold on to the remaining part I have left. Suddenly, she lets go, and at that moment, I realize what just happened.
She shows me her picture, and I almost faint when I read it.
Help Me
Smeared in blood.
YOU ARE READING
Defying All Odds
FantasyUTOPIANS: A CERTAIN TYPE OF HUMANS WITH THE ABILITY TO CREATE THINGS ONLY OTHERS CAN SEE IN THEIR DREAMS. THEY FORM FROM THE SICKENING DISEASE: IMAGINATION. ONCE A MYTH, ALTHOUGH SOME HAVE REPORTED SPOTTING OF THEM. IF YOU SEE THEM, CALL THE CENTRAL...
