Intuitively Driven

Sneak Peak

IMPORTANT: This is just a preview, so this isn't actually the prologue. I took this from the middle of the prologue, so this isn't the beginning or ending of it either. I hope you all enjoy this sneak peak, and have a wonderful day!

INSPIRED BY: (NeoStarReset) String Theory

It was difficult to see the girl from inside the locker, I barely got to see her at all. Her nose and eyebrows were scrunched up in thought. She looked around her area for a moment. Then a scowl quickly over took the girl's features. Muttering something under her breath, she walked down the hallway with the bathrooms lining the wall. Letting out a quick sigh of relief, I waited. I waited until I could no longer hear her footsteps, but even then I waited. My heart was beating loudly, I could even feel it in my ears. Fear was a constant feeling that seemed to consume me. But I suppose that's what happens when you get kidnapped and are trying to escape.

Finally deciding to try and have a look around, I shoved the locker. It didn't open. Instead I could feel the rust encrusting my fingers, and the dust spread through out the locker. I coughed harshly, banging my hands against the locker door. My fear increased every second that this continued. I was trapped, and the noise I was making was going to get me caught. As my adrenaline kicked in, I was finally able to shove the locker door open.

Coughing, I stumbled away from the locker, soon falling to the floor. The thorns of various plant life dug into my legs as I coughed. Breathing in and out deeply, I forced myself into breathing exercises to calm down. Once I was finally able to do that, I stumbled up, and closed the locker behind me. Next time I should find a different hiding spot, otherwise I might not be able to get out next time. I looked both ways that this hallway crossed. I can continue ahead, or I can take a detour into a different hallway. At the very least, I knew I wasn't going back the way I came.

Deciding to take more of a look around, right in front of me I noticed a lounging area. The area was on an upper platform. The platform was surrounded by shrubbery and various overgrowth, but it wasn't on the platform itself. A velvet rope surrounded the area, like what could be found at the red carpet. Stepping over the rope, I could see that the light blue cushioned chairs, and tables were completely clean. There was only a little dust on them, but otherwise they were untouched. It was completely unheard of. Examining the area, I found someone else laying in one of the chairs. Cautiously approaching them, they appeared to be a high school student like myself. That, and they were completely unconscious.

The student had avocado colored hair, and long eyelashes. He has a pair of piercings, were I could see black iron earrings from. His sweater and dress shirt sleeves were rolled up. His dress shirt was white, while his sweater was beige in color. He was wearing a loose tie, that was dark maroon in color and had yellow strips going horizontally of it. He had on black dress pants, and brown dress shoes. His nails were painted maroon in color, going with his tie. I could see the rise in fall of his chest, so it was clear he was alive. I doubt I would be able to carry him or push him through a vent. So, I can't really help him. The most I could do is get out of here and alert the authorities. But I suppose I could wake him, and give him a chance to properly hide.

I reached out to grab his shoulders, and shake him awake. However, in the next moment, my hands were grasped in a iron clad grip and I was flipped over; my back hit a cushioned chair rather roughly, and I stared up at steel cold green eyes. My eyes were wide in surprise. Turns out the boy wasn't unconscious, and he looks furious. He more than likely thinks I'm with the people kidnapping him. Or maybe he's with the people that kidnapped me. My hands shaked in terror, my heart beat quickened in pace.