(Rue)
As I walk down the black corridors, there's only one thought in my mind.
"What if I get us killed?"
Breath Rue breath.
My mind keeps racing with different thoughts, and I can't hold back the awful mental pictures.
Jack laying limp on the floor, blood trickles from his mouth, his eyes large and lifeless.
I watch in horror, as they throw him into a cell. It reeks of death, and decay.
Screaming.
A high pitch screaming fills my ears, a woman's cry.
I turn back to Jack.
His dead scratched up bloody body still lays there.
And suddenly I'm being pulled backwards, into the shallow darkness.
Don't cry Rue, DON'T CRY!!
Rough hands grab onto my arms, pulling me backwards, into the dark, darker, darker, darker.
Then I hear a laugh.
A males laugh.
A taunting laugh , cruel and hideous.
"Don't worry Rue, everything will be just fine."
I scream for help, but nothing comes out of my mouth.
I try over and over again, clawing at my skin, and head, trying to remove the screams and laughing.
Until I'm nothing but a frigidly and scared she'll of a girl.
Don't cry don't cry.
I repeat it over and over again, but I can't help but she'd a small tear.
No one notices.
Sometimes even the bravest of people have to cry sometimes.
Heroes are human to.
I try to think as positive as possible. I try to block out the negative thoughts, but somehow the dark thoughts keep slipping in, over and over again.
Filling me with more worry than before.
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Hidden Temples
FantasyRue Johnson always wished she could be be normal, just like every body else, but she couldn't. she had a secret, one she had been keeping for seven years straight. She hears things, whispers in her head, with her earphones as the only thing to block...
