Ryan was lying (still unconscious) in the sick bay. I was sat next to him checking my watch.
Gosh... He's been asleep for an hour. I don't think he'd be very happy with me but my hand had been in his as he slept.
As I am sitting there, my mind starts to wander and I think about all the moments we've spent together.
Ryan's eyes open slightly, he lifts his hands and he wipes his eyes. He try's to sit up but he fails miserably and has to lie back down again.
"How are you feeling? You've been asleep for an hour. I'll be back in a minute, I'm just going to get Lauren to check you over again."
"I'm ok. I'm slightly sore though."
I get up and start to run until I bang into Lauren.
"Ryan's awake."
"Good. Good. Good."
Lauren checks him over and I ask when he's allowed back out.
"Sadly not for a few days Hannah. Why don't you play with Sheila? She's a lovely girl."
I snort in disgust.
"Because she's rude, spoilt, horrible and she likes to barge in other peoples conversation when she doesn't have a clue what we're talking about. I hate Sheila."
Lauren sighs.
"Hate is a bit of a strong word Hannah."
"Not in this case."
I walk out and sigh in annoyance. I go back to the dorm and read my book for a quarter of an hour to calm myself down. I then walk down to the courtyard and back in though the door. The creatures have left, thank God.
I sneak on tiptoes to the room I last saw the army of creatures in. I look in and side against the back wall like a spy. I am terrified and all the hairs on the back of my neck are up. I hide against a wall behind a bookcase where I hope no one can see me. Safe for now I guess!
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... The Secret Door ...
Short StoryThere was door, a door, that she had never seen; heard of; or even come across before ... Hannah is an innocent 15 year old with auburn coloured hair and sapphire blue eyes, who lives at a normal orphanage in a normal English town ... But could she...