In the corner of an unfinished building. She sat there so afraid , heart racing and eyes roving about from one end of the room to the other. She was as vulnerable as ever in a night gown, one house shoe and hair as messy as ever All she could think of was her life, her precious life as she sat there.
It was a large room with broken glass on the floor, a dimly lit room as it had windows covered in a hundred year old ash , dust had become part of the half burned furniture that looked like the remains of a living room. The drapes were ripped and damaged such that one could not make out their colour. In between the windows and what seemed as a bar lay an old looking wall clock. It was the only sound she could hear beside her heart beat as it gave out the sound of a ticking clock. Tik tok- tik tok- tik tok.
There was a really long hallway leading up to a large door that was made of authentic oak from the forests of the Northern hemisphere. That explains why even though there seemed to be a fire incident the door stood as intact as ever.
She kept looking from left to right, right to left and all around until she heard the sound of the door slowly open. Her heart started pounding faster by the second and even faster by the split second. The more the door opened the louder her heart beats became and the faster the the clock seemed to tick. She breathed louder and faster and suddenly the door came to a stop but no one came in. This should have calmed her down but to the contrary, it instilled more fear in her. She tried to reach for a half burned piece of wood but to no avail as her knees had grown weak even more so every bone in her body.
The painting on the wall fell before her and seeing what was on it made her scream while covering her ears and closing her eyes subconsciously.
As soon as she had hit her highest note, there were footsteps headed towards her. She could not make out whether it was a man's figure or a woman's. The figure kept coming closer and closer. The closer it came, the more paralyzed she became and the more tears she shed as she whispered to herself saying "this is it".
Just before she could make out the figure, the wall clock struck 1AM and made a disturbing noise. Her eyes opened and there was bright light coming in through her bedroom window while her alarm clock buzzed 6AM.
She turned it off and sat there motionless replaying her dream, heart pounding as though it were real.
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Breaking
Ficción General"HE TOLD YOU TO RUN" is the story's highlight phrase. Who is he? Told who? Run away from what? Run to where? So many questions to ask but all we know right now is that it all sums up to one word... BREAKING.
