Silent Siren

Open Act

What are we doing here?

All we can see are endless hallways, painted a deep red,that will never end. We don't know when we started walking, all we can remember are red endless hallways. We try and call out but we can't speak, our mouth has been sewed shut, we can taste a metallic liquid on our tongue. When did this start?  Who are we? What are we? Who brought us here? All these questions have not been answered yet we can faintly hear a voice in our head, screaming out, yelling for us to run, yet "it" never answers us. What are we running from, we reply, alas, it still doesn't answer.  The voice that we hear doesnt have a name, we call it "it", because it won't answer us, it just screams until we learned to cut it out of our mind.

Suddenly we hear an ear piercing scream, one of torture. We run along the hall, yet no doors appear, no way to find the siren that becond us toward its wail. We lost count of the time of its siren like screams. Will the siren rest its voice in time, to yet wail again for a better suiter than us?

For if the siren, to wail again, in such utter torture, it shows that no one will obay its call, in this life line. for the one to listen, will be its "one" in life. For  we are not the one for it. We continue on our way, down the endless red hallway, to find a wailing for of our own to call life.

AN~ Thank you for reading, this is my first time posting so I hope it wasn't too terrible! I will be fixing some things, ex spelling, also I will be adding more, if you can call it adding, though in all, this is all it will be, it wont be a "story", unless I decide differently other wise later on. ^^

Art was not done by me.