The Dark
197 Words
Kneeling she grabbed what she thought was a stone. Cold, soulless stone. But something was wrong.She did not need instinct or intuition to tell that. Stones do not have fingers!!! There was no light. She could not see...Panic took her and dragged her into the very same dark inside of her.
Soon her scream joined to the one she heard all the time. She was screaming from the bottom of her soul. Minute..two...still holding cold hand on the floor. Her mind started to work. Through panic..cold sweat...shaking arms, lucid thinking appeared, same voice like before.
-Get up and run. Panic will not help. Run. Remember. Run.-
She jumped. Not fast as she could but fast enough. Leaving coldness down...jumped...tried to remember. It looked like her mind worked on his own. It forced her to run...run fast following the scram, knowing she will find the source of everything when she finds something...not somebody, but something with cries and sounds.
Dark was still everywhere. She run as if she knew the halls by heart.
Sweat was falling everywhere...heart pounding...feet pulsing...but it was there...near...near...
Lights!
From the darkness of the hall she could see purple light. Purple like blood mixed with dark night sky.
The light was pulsing.
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