Rain

Chapter Three

As I opened my eyes, it took them a minute to adjust before I could see where I was. The room was dark- pitch black and I could only make out some windows in the corner with the smallest beam of light that had managed to creep its way through and illuminate a nearby chair. I tried to sit up and this time, my body was a little looser. I could convince it to eventually let me pull myself into a sitting position. I then realised that I had a white cloth tied round my mouth, so I reached up and took it off. I attempted to stand up and was successful, edging myself upwards slowly until I was on both feet. I felt like an old woman with a hunchback but I didn’t care. I needed to get out of this place. Fast. I took a step and a searing pain shot up my foot, right the way to my head, but I refrained from squealing, and continued. With every step the pain got worse and worse until I thought I was going to throw up. But still I carried on. I needed to tell people what had happened. What time is it? What would Keri be thinking? What would my mum be thinking? My head was cloudy until, all of a sudden, I remembered that I was wearing my new watch. I pulled up my sleeve and there was the time; 11:37. 11:37 PM! I had been missing for the whole day! I had to choke back tears at the thought of my parents and Poppy, my younger sister, sitting at home, panicking about my safety. They don’t even know that I’m alive. This thought gave me the motivation to carry on, shuffling closer and closer to the door. I reached out and the cold, silver metal sent a shiver through my veins. Tightening my grip, I pulled the door carefully open and a loud, high-pitched screech came from the hinges as it creaked and groaned. I winced at the sound, but still carried on, opening the door faster and faster. I just decided to heave it open and a huge creak rang out down the corridor.

I heard footsteps, he had heard me. I limped as fast as I could down the corridor until I reached another door. I shoved it but it refused to open; it was locked. The sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer and I started to panic, I couldn’t go anywhere. Go back into the room and be cornered or... could I make it?

“Where do you think you’re going, missy?” He chuckled and looked me up and down. “You look a mess, ha-ha.”

No one ever says that I look a mess.

“Come on, you’ve been asleep for over 6 hours now, I have cooked you some soup!” He waved a steaming bowl of hot liquid at me but I turned my nose up.

“I don’t trust you.” I meant for my voice to sound independent and strong, but it just came out weak and feeble. I smacked the bowl of ‘soup’ upwards, sending it all down his front. He yelled out in pain and I saw this as my chance. Ignoring the pain, I sprinted full tilt at him but he stood still, so I stopped just in front of him and thrust my leg forward and hard as I could, kicking him right in the “gentleman’s area” and ran. I could hear the noise of him groaning as I weaved through the corridors. I reached a ginormous glass door. I pushed it hard but it wouldn’t budge. Without a minute to lose, I grabbed a chair and hurled it at the door. An ear-splitting smash hurt my head but I didn’t waste any time. I, carefully, edged myself over the broken glass and ran out into the street. What now?