Breathless

Awakening

Walls. Floors. Single door. Enclosed room, without him. Key to the lock, hidden away, she stepped away from her bed. One. Two. Three. There they lay on the shelf. One came out and was opened. She stood, looking at the pages, staring at them like they were seemingly blank. They meant nothing. Word after word, line after line, page after page. But never read.
"Shay," a voice whispered from outside the door. She did nothing.
"Shay, I'm sorry. This is the way it was meant to be. We both know it."
"No, we can change our future, it won't be like this." She remarked at Mitch, who was standing outside the door. She cried. Sleep approached, bringing a disease with it. The images of fight and applause filled her mind, and challenged her brain. The blood and the scars covered her, but she was left, still standing, with the limp warriors behind her. Her vision started to blur like the winter morning mist.
"Shayna, wake up," Mitch whispered. Opening her eyes, she saw a dim light. Standing in the shadows was Mitch.
"It's finished. It's all over now. Our fates are decided." He exclaimed
"Why," Shayna replied.
"Why'd you do it?" She repeated, this time out of breath.
"I had to enter, it was our only way to live."
"No it wasn't! Now it's destiny that both of us will pass,"
"No, we can wi-" He stopped, realizing what he had just done. There was no escape, and soon it would be over.