Open Your Eyes \\ Harry Styles

Chapter 8

Emerson's POV

RECAP: It sounded like it was crying.

It sounded worn out and tired,

Beaten and bruised,

Taunted and tormented,

Broken and shattered.

It sounded...

Like me.

PRESENT:

I began to shake.

It can't be me.

A wave of uneasiness washed over me and I felt my eyes roll back into my as the darkness took over.

The peacefulness of being unconscious was short lived.

My eyes shot open and my eyes didn't need to adjust.

It's dark in here.

I didn't know where I was, but then again, when did I ever?

I used the bed railing to get up off the dirty floor.

My bones were stiff but I felt as light as a feather.

I felt a sticky substance on my hand and cringed as I brought it up to smell.

Stale bread.

Mold.

Metal.

I looked at the dark red and it took me only a few seconds to figure out what it was.

Blood.

It wasn't only the railing covered, but the mattress had splotches of dark brown- red on it.

I gagged in my mouth.

Disgusting.

Rubbing my hands on a clear part of the mattress, I looked around.

The room was dimly lit by a small light swaying back and forth, suspended from the middle of the ceiling.

I wasn't usually easily spooked but to say the least this freaked the fuck out of me.

I backed up against the wall to make sure nothing could get me from behind.

"Help! Help me! Help!" I heard and if I weren't leaning against the wall I would have fallen straight on to my butt.

It sounded so far yet so close.

"Hello?" I called.

The voice only got louder as I called for it.

I edged closer to the door.

I gripped the handle and slowly and painfully twisted it.

I closed my eyes shut as I opened the door.

When I wasn't struck with a pan I opened them slowly.

"This is not fair!" The voice wailed.

A mans voice.

I stepped through the door onto the cold tiled floor.

The patter of my feet was all I could hear in the silence of the corridor.

The man had stopped wailing and it was silent.

I walked past many white doors.

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