The Other Side

Three Teenagers. One Spy: Chapter 8

The room was filled with light and I stirred, covering my eyes at the bright light.

    “What’s going on? Why’s it so bright?” I tried to say but only a hoarse whisper came out. Suddenly, I realised no one was in the room and I was lying on the floor.

    “Hello? Hello!” I screamed and shook myself properly awake. Only then did I take in the room, if it was a room . . . There was no windows just white walls and a white floor.

    “Where am I?” I panted, running across to touch each wall of the room. Then I realised something else. There was no door.

    “Let me out of here!” I screamed at the top of my voice, “Hello! Help me!” I refused to cry, I must stay calm! I slowly buried my face in my hands and felt a sticky substance. Blood. But no cut.  I slid down the wall and sat. I sat for hours.

    “Is anyone there! Please!” I shouted again, relieved to hear my own voice. I would like to give an endless description of what it looked like. But it was a blank room and everything was strange. Then an amazing but useless idea popped into my head.

    Think Dr. Morris! It was always genius, what would he do. I thought logically for a moment and realised something. If I am in this room, I have to have gotten into this room, and if I have gotten into this room there must be an entrance. Or in my case . . . An exit.

    Then I saw it. A dent. A normal harmless dent in the wall. I would normally look past it and think it was from clawing and scratching. But my talks with Dr. Morris told me otherwise. I could almost hear his voice telling me “Did you think the wicked old witch brought you here and magically transported you in?” I also heard him chuckle after that.

   “I’m onto whoever you are! No one fools Tansy May!” I shouted to the blank space.

   I decided I should press the dent with a clean palm like Dr. Morris had done. Shaking slightly, I pushed my hand onto the dent and the wall shuddered for a moment before opening up to a dark hallway.

   Aha!

   I walked quickly inside, and the door closed behind me with a growl.

    I walked for ages, through the endless passage-way.  Then I realised that I must be walking in circles, if that makes sense. So I used the leaking blood coming from my forehead as an advantage. I pressed my index finger into the bloody pool and pressed it onto the wall. The wall illuminated the red blood and I smiled at my creativity. Even it was a little gruesome.

    I carried on walking and dabbing the wall, to my relief my forehead kept bleeding and I had more blood to use. When I walked slightly further I came across a red dab on the wall. I am walking in circles!

    How is that possible? There are no curves. But then I realised, that I had been stupid enough to think it was impossible and that was my mistake.

    I’ve had a wall secret passageway.  There were only two options left. The floor or the ceiling. I looked towards the ceiling but only saw darkness, so high I couldn’t even see it.

    Then I looked down. I couldn’t see the floor but I did see my feet.  I jumped and landed on the floor with a thud. Nothing happened. No budge.

    Stamp-Jump! Stamp-Jump! Stamp-Ju–

   My actions and thoughts were disrupted by me falling downwards towards more darkness.

    “Ugh!” I groaned as I landed on the floor. The room was small and tightly wrapped together. Still no doors, no windows. I couldn’t spot a dent or a weak part of the floor so I just sat thinking for hours and hours.