Kay-Lee Steps out

A Distress Call

It's quiet. He can hear his own soft, uneasy breaths clearly. 'Why am I sitting on my bed, focusing on my breathing' he wonders. A sudden noise breaks the sterile silence of the room. 'From the left', he turns his head to where it came from, 'The only thing there is my closet and a wall where someone would normally hang paintings or posters' he reassures himself. His surprise slowly evaporates, leaving behind only a blank, emotionless stare in its absence. Two more knocks echo through the room. His attention is now entirely with the wardrobe doors. 'That cannot be, how could it?' he questions his own sanity.

Chris shifts his weight from the bed to his feet, attempting to do so as slowly and quietly as possible. As if to sigh a breath of relief from the pressure, the bed lets out a loud crack as the last of his mass leaves the structure. This time a half-hearted knock can be heard emanating from the shut doors. While creeping closer, he focuses solely on the modern mahogany closet. He hears something, someone, whispering.

"Help, let me out, it's dark in here, please open the door" the disembodied voice hopelessly and lifelessly cries. 'She sounds faint, she sounds like she doesn't believe the doors will open. Why is she in my closet?' his thoughts run wild.

He comes to a halt in front of the doors that now tower above him. He never realized they were this big until now, now that his attention is on them, or rather who is in them. He feels nervous, he feels scared, 'will I really find another person in here? What if this is a trick?' A shaky hand stretches forward and firmly takes hold of the silver steel handles. He swallows loudly. 'Here goes' he prepares himself. The door creeks through the entire motion of opening, light slowly filling the dark void that hid behind the closed barriers. "Is a-anyone... w-who is there?" he asks with a stumbling voice.