Grip

Brown hair, thats all I have!

Everyone was trying to get the details out of me. My tongue was glued to the roof of my mouth, I couldn't speak. I ran to the window, and fumbled with the lock for a moment. It wouldn't budge. So I vomited over the banister. Multiple times. I couldn't hear the nagging through the ringing cries in my ears. It took a good ten minutes before I'd righted myself, at which point I quietly uttered "They..had brown hair...short brown hair". The only people fitting that description happened to be Hollie, Shannon and Michaela. Dammit. Then the questioning continued. I couldn't stand it, but I couldn't leave. None of us could stand the thought of separating from the safety of our group. Or...we thought it was safe at least. 

All I could do at this point was sleep but even that seemed pointless. It was nearing 8 AM, and my stomach was wrenching from hunger. I went down to the refectory with everyone else following suit, and took what I could from the kitchens. Mostly just snack foods, as there wasn't much hot food left. We ate in cold silence, staying close to those we trusted the most. Then Shannon spoke, disbelief in her voice "What if it's not one of us...It...It could be supernatural means...?".  I hoped she was right. Michaela said nothing, but Reuel and Hollie shot back with apparent annoyance. I was sick of it. Silence, hope, argue, Silence, hope, argue. "STOP IT" I was practically sobbing. "Why can't you agree on anything?! Personally, I trust all of you, I can't stand the thought of it being one of us! So please, just STOP ARGUING". I left before anyone said anything. I ended up hiding in a bathroom stall, as I knew they'd go looking for me on the stairs. 

I cried. It's all I could do, cry until I forgot how to cry. This was torture. Why us? Why me?! No..I told myself to stop being so pitiful, and go and find them. I stepped onto the stairs, only to hear a loud slam. A short yelp of pain. 

Something...No...Someone rolled down the stairs.