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Rose." A voice's whisper echoed through the long dark hallway. A big black wooden door was at the end, light glowed behind it, shinning through the cracks of the door frame. "Rose." It whispered again. I squinted my eyes. A dark figure appeared by the door. "Rose." The voice got louder. "Rose!" It started yelling my name. The echoing of the voice made the hallway start to shake and crumble. I scrambled out of the way as the floor beneath me started to crack and give in to itself causing a gaping hole in the middle of the hallway. "Jump." The strange voice filled the hallway once again. "What!" I yelled. "I'll die if I do!" I looked around, a old ax was perched on the wall. The handle was wooden and the top was what I'm guessing is gold. I quickly grabbed it. I underestimated how heavy it was and was pulled down as it hit the floor. "Jump!" "No!" I screamed. I picked up the ax again. This time I managed to pull it up near my chest. "Jump!" "Leave me alone!" I clutched the ax closer to me. I stepped back and looked around, my eyes glazed with fear. "JUMP!" The voice thundered around me, engulfing me with waves of pain. "Make it stop!" I gripped my head as I fell to the ground. "Stop!" I cried out. "Too late!" The floor cracked beneath my body causing me to fall. I screamed as I fell into the darkness below. I looked down, I saw a stone floor coming up to me fast.
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I sat shaking in the cold, glass box I have spent most my life in. As a child, I would be thrown in here whenever I disobeyed orders or whenever I complained of my head throbbing like the sound of a hammer smashing a wall. As I grew up, I spent more and more time in here learning the lessons - that were close to impossible to figure out - that would cause the walls to dissolve and set myself free. "Maybe if I help you learn your lesson, you can join me at the dance?" He calls out of the darkness once again, my body growing in anticipation to see his face but still he remained hidden. "You might be here for some time then." I sighed and rubbed my arms with a chill, catching some of my wounds that were still healing. I had the urge to scratch at my skin again but I held myself back. "Is that a yes to the dance?" He laughed causing me to laugh again, I took a step back from the glass and into the bright light of the box, that didn't seem to make a difference to the outside. "Well, I am dressed for it and you would be helping me....how could I say no?" I asked rhetorically and I felt a brief movement from behind my see through prison. "Shall I help you learn your lesson then?" A playful tone echoed out towards me and I tilted my head, holding back a smile. I nodded, I had guessed he could see me and by the small sigh of content I had been correct. "Or I could do this?" Before my eyes had caught up to the shift in the dust particles, a man stood behind the glass, now clearly visible to me. His dark hair fell over his eyes, high cheekbones pushed his eyes into slits as he smiled at me and not a flaw on his skin. Dressed in a black suit and tie with a grey shirt, his finger reached up to the glass. He touched it for half a second and it dissolved beneath his pressure and my eyes widened in shock. "Now may I escort you to the dance."

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