"The Gift"

Day 2 (pt 1)

I awoke feeling cold and wet on a riveted metal floor. I tried to sit up but failed miserably as my hand slipped on a puddle of crimson liquid, I slammed back down onto the floor.
"fuuuUUUUUCK!"
My eyes widened as I realised a was lying down in a growing pool of blood. I quickly scanned my body for any injuries but could find none. Confused, I searched the room for the source an found a small amount of blood dripping from the maintenance hatch. Claustrophobia set in and I began to beat and scream on the metal doors.
My imagination running wild as I imagined myself drowning in an elevator full of blood. I laughed as I imagined someone opening the elevator when this was over and getting covered in blood and tackled by my limp body. God, I'm bipolar. I continued trying to pry open the doors for a few more minutes only to achieve broken nails and bloody fingertips. Sighing in frustration I glared at the hatch above me in anger. The blood continued to trickle through the seems of the maintenance hatch as I stretched up towards it.

The handle felt cold in my hand as I forced the hatch open, it only opened a third of the way when it stopped moving altogether. I furiously began shoving it trying to get it to open fully but to no avail. Sighing in defeat I began climbing up through the hatch. I pulled my hips through the gap and shimmied to get my legs through without falling back into the elevator. As I turned I noticed what was blocking the hatch from opening, a corpse was sitting on top of the entrance to the elevator. Glancing at how it was smushed against the side of the elevator, I realised that it was my handiwork that moulded the flesh of the corpse into the cables and gears of the elevator. Looking up I saw an open door around 5 floors up which must've been where the man fell from. I noticed that in the man's hand he held a stiletto heel that was covered with speckles of blood. I picked it up and proceeded to jam it into the gap between the nearest of the doors and began to pry them open. I forced them enough that I could fit my hands into the gap in order to apply a greater force so I could open them faster. Stepping out into the empty hallway I scanned around me. The floors were covered in dried bloodstains, decorative plastic ferns were thrown haphazardly around the ground and an old water cooler was tipped over the floor. The mixture of dried blood and purified water creating a red goo on the floor which squelched as I stepped into it, I slipped over on my white heels, sat on the floor staring at my heels I realised how stupid I was to forget that I, in fact, was wearing stiletto heels so I could've used MY heals to pry open the elevator doors and I didn't even need to climb up onto the elevator with a CORPSE and take his stiletto in order to get out of the shaft. Taking off my stilettos I held one in each hand and struck an aggressive stance, feeling like a ninja I walked down the hallway barefoot and ready to face anything.

So uh... I totally didn't get distracted by school and a particularly persuasive sim family for about two months... no no no I was definitely hard at work on this for two months, yes that was it.but since schooling is now over (and my sims died :( ) I can now work on this! Woo! I also have an idea for another book but I'm not sure if it's a good idea to write two at the same time so I'll focus on this one.
- The Gifted