Dayla

Chapter 7

-Dayla

I'm thrown outside the room and I hear a gush of wind in front of me. I quickly dive forward, trying to stop the door from closing; whatever she told me, I don't want to encounter.

But it's pitch dark. My eyes can't adjust to the darkness, and all I see are blobs of figures. They too, are running away from something- something in the distance. I squint my eyes to see what exactly it is that they are running from, but I can only hear shrieking and wailing. I flail around, trying to see what was going on.

My hands are outstretched in front of me and I move forward, trying to move somewhere-anywhere.

I hear horrible wailing sounds around me, but I can see absolutely nothing. I turn around and start looking for the door that I have been kicked out of. The sounds continue, and tears start leaking out of my eyes.

The door has vanished- not that it was going to do me any good either. I'm pretty sure that she was always going to do that, no matter what conversation we were having. But I thought that I could trust the informants. These people have been planted here by me. I don't particularly remember all of them, but I'm sure that they are loyal- except her, of course.

Remembering what she told me about the night-seekers, I frantically look around to see any semblance to a horrid creature which might be coming for me, but I see nothing but darkness.

The wailing has stopped, and only the sound of people's feet running away can be heard. I don't even know where they are running to- I doubt they can see anything. So, I just follow the footsteps.

I run towards the sound of people, who are quiet, and now I know that whatever that girl was talking about, is about to come. I can vaguely see that I am in a diner. It is old and rickety and the doors haven't been shut. There is a small lantern which provides enough light for me to see that there are children here as well. A small girl of around five is squished behind the bar beside me. I quickly reach out to grab her before she disappeared beneath someone's body.

Her hand trembles and I gaze into her cerulean eyes. She's so timelessly beautiful with black hair. Her eyes, however, are full of fear and she is shivering. I quickly bring her close to my chest and wordlessly try to calm her down.

Her hands wind around my neck and she doesn't say anything. Her breathing is shallow.

For a scary moment everything is silent. The people around me are quiet and some have folded their hands and closed their eyes. They have hunched over to make themselves seem as small as possible. I too, turn my back to the door of the diner and wait for something to happen.

I can hear the little girl on my shoulder silently sobbing. I try to calm myself down and turn around with a steely gaze, ready to see whatever comes through the door.

The people have tried to bolt it but I can see that the lock lies limp on the floor. The windows creak and groan slightly.

Suddenly, the door creaks open widely. I quickly look down, underestimating the force that came through the door. It's... dreadful and hopelessness.

It seems to suck up all life in front of it. I take off the gloves off of my hand and quietly set down the little girl on the floor. I won't let anyone die here. The girl looks at me in alarm, her eyes shining under the light. She tugs at my hand and her lip quivers. I shake my head and place a finger on my lip. She has to stay quiet.

I hear ruffling in front of the bar, directly under from where I am. There is still some space for me to crawl around. I slowly crawl around, trying to catch a glimpse of the creature. What startles me is that it looks exactly like us. It looks exactly like anyone, at least from the built. But as the thing steps into the slightest beam of light, I can see that's not the case. It's skin is as white as snow and it's eyes are as red as blood. It has distinct markings on it's face- lines and curls stretching from the forehead to the chin and going even below that. It raises it's hand and the door snaps shut.