Shadows

Scared Of Falling

I finally clamber to my feet, ignoring the pain that consumes my whole body, and run up the stairs. Reaching my room I throw the door open, slamming it shut behind me. Frantically, my eyes dart around the barely furnished room searching for something to barricade the door with. My weak body struggles to push the old, dusty, rickety cabinet against the sullen door. Grabbing everything I could manage I shove it into a bag and run to the window. Struggling to open it my body fighting every ounce of fatigue, the window clicks open.

I begin climbing down the drain pipe situated outside my window, watching my step cautious not to fall. Finally, reaching the safety of the ground; I take one last look at the hell that has been home and run far and fast.

It feels like I've been running for forever when I come to a stop. Soaked from the rain, nearly on the floor from the pain that captures my body never leaving trapping me in a cycle of despair. Reassuring myself that I was far away enough to be in relative safety I slow to a walking pace but it turns out to be more of a hobble. Taking in my surrounding I realize I've made my way to the outskirts of town, I figure that I should probably make a 3am walk to school and sleep in a cupboard there, the security systems been down for months so it should be easy enough.

But then I see a door and it wills for me to enter out of the fierce angry night.

Her hands clammy, shaking uncontrollably. She proceeded slowly, stumbling slightly as she went. The ground beneath suddenly became the most interesting thing she had ever seen: studying the ground, refusing to tear her eyes away. Her heart continues to pound; the thunder of a roaring storm. She stopped. The darkness catching up with her weak self; her breath faltering. Now she was at the dark blood splattered door she noticed it was slightly ajar. Cautiously, she pushed it open analyzing the room around her. She gasped as her eyes laid upon the upturned room, everything thrown to the floor, shattered, broken, lost. Shattered glass cracked beneath her feet as she walked toward something that had grabbed her attention. Her hands traced the words now scratched upon the wall. “See that shadow it’s not yours.”   Gasping she threw her hand in front of her mouth as shock ran through her system she began shaking uncontrollably.

Bang! The door slammed shut the light bulb falling from the celling the room now engulfed by darkness. The fragile girl jumped to the side merely missing it as it cascaded to the ground. Searching the floor Paris found her way to the door. Fiercely she pulled upon the handle but the door would not budge,

But then the lock clicked.

Storm grabbed whatever was closest to her, an instant reflex. The door swung open and a hooded figure entered the room, the light of the street illuminating his black hoodie. Swinging the glass bottle which she had grabbed. Storm smashed it upon the tall figure and ran.

“Storm” The figure called after her, he held a menacing voice, laced with poison.

Though the fragile girl continued to run not daring to look back, her heart continued to beat, but her brained stopped. The thoughts become too much for her already damaged self and her emotions cut off, all she could do was run again. Run like her and her birth mother had been running there whole lives but this in fact was not something Storm, or should I even call her that was still unaware of. This like many other details had been hidden from her; all that was left now was for her to discover the secrets of her past.

*Back to Storm's p.o.v*

Finally, I reach the school gates and an instant sense of relief fills my body. Climbing over the fence, I make my way to the doors but realize they’re locked and I need a card to get in. school security can’t be all that smart if they thought that no one would figure out that all you had to do is pull them with enough force. I walk through the empty dark corridors figuring out what to do next. My heart is still beating at lightning speed, a reminder of the night’s events. Reaching a hall of lookers I use them to climb up to the celling, pushing my hands up I slide the tile to the side. Using both hands I haul my very weak body up and replace the tile. Using my bag as a pillow I curl up in a secure ball and cry myself to sleep.