The room of mirrors (Hold)

Chapter 13; Prisoner

There was not a hint of clouds in the sky. The park was empty and quiet and so was the familiar town around it. Its tree’s gently swayed back and forward, rustling in the wind. Emily sat at the park bench, taking in the spring breeze. She wore a well fitted red coat over a white dress. Her brown locks framed her face.

“Emily,” said a voice. Emily looked and sitting on her left was William. He was wearing his grey suede suit, his top hat rested in his lap. His hair was gelled back as usual, “You look beautiful today Emily.”

Emily smiled, “Why thankyou William, you’re too kind, really.”

“While you were gone I hope you don’t mind, I’ve gone and chosen a date,” He put his hand on hers.

“A date for what?”

“Our wedding of course. Your mother has already prepared your dress. Almost everything is covered. Tomorrow we will go look for a ring.”

Before Emily could protest, a third voice joined the conversation, “You’re getting married?”

Emily looked to her right. Leaning against a tree in his usual white cotton shirt, brown pants, and black boots was Jack. His hair was a ruffled heap on his head.

“Jack I-?”

“Actually yes we are,” William said defensively, “Indeed.”

Emily looked at William in disbelief, “Why are you talking like this. We’re not getting married. I have been missing for so long. Did you not realise that William? I was missing!”

“Emily, is it true?” Jack said, getting off the tree. His eyes were soft and sad.

“No Jack-”

“Were getting married,” William said standing up, “She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. You’ve obviously brainwashed her. And if you do not leave I shall call the authorities and have you locked up”

“Well,” Jack raised an eyebrow, “I can see where I’m not wanted.” He turned around and started to walk away.

“Jack wait,” Emily called, “Jack.”

No matter how much he called Jack kept walking. He walked into the town as if disappearing into a painting. Never to return.

It was cold and dark too. Emily sat up, rubbing her throbbing head. She rubbed her hands up and down her arms, trying to stop the Goosebumps. The room wasn’t a freezing but uncannily cold.

She wondered how long she had been asleep for, after all she was knocked unconscious. She had put up a fight for Azuel and he didn't like that. She should’ve known better, she had no chance and was knocked out, clean and cold; waking up in the dirty prison looking cell.

It was hard to keep track of the amount of time she was in the cell for. There were no windows and no clocks.

Three of the walls were made of stone and covered in all sorts of different types of things like moss and grease that made it seem old, as was the roof and the floor. One of the walls was just iron bars that lengthened from the roof to the floor, and a gate.

Emily tried again for the third time. She walked up to the iron bars and gripped them tightly “HELLO?” She screamed, “IS ANYONE THERE?”

So far no one had replied.

“Please help?” She whispered. In frustration she turned around and slid down along the bars, her hands in her hair. “Jacks not coming back for me this time. He doesn’t even know where I am, who knows what was in that note.”