- Thank you for accepting me. c:
I started a piece yesterday, and it's actually based off a nightmare I've been having. This is what I'e got so far, but, I can pull up the plot if anyone wants to read it. c:
I awoke in a cold, stone room as a shiver ran down my spine. I did not know where I was, or how I had got here. My breath swirled above me as a white cloud, and I watched it for a few moments; mesmerized, like I always had been, by the patterns I could see. I heard movement from beside me. Slowly, and cautiously, I turned my head to the side. I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. It was my friend, Isla. I could just make out a small cut above her eye if I strained my eyes in the darkness. From what I could see, the bleeding had stopped,but it would still be causing her a lot of pain. Carefully, I sat up and squinted through the blackness. I could make out four other forms, and I strained my mind trying to figure out who they are.
A hand brushed against my arm and I jumped, hands curling into fists.
“Shh.” I heard the familiar voice of my sister whisper hoarsely, her hand searching out mine. “Do you know what happened?”
I shook my head, biting back a whimper as her hand brushed over mine. I don’t know what I’d done to it, I just knew that any sort of pressure on it was sheer agony for me.
“I don’t know.” I whispered back, blinking back salty tears that threatened to leak from my eyes. “Who else is here, Al?”
“Jeff, Skyler, Rebecca, Isla, yourself and me.” Alanna told me quietly. I was about to say something in response when a voice rang out, echoing off the stone walls;
“Find the exit, or starve.”
Panic started to bubble up in the pit of my stomach. How were we going to find our way out? We could barely see!
“We have to wait it out.” Alanna whispered. “We can’t do anything until morning when we can actually see. So, we might as well try and get some sleep. How she expected me to sleep, I had no idea. But, for her, I would try. She wrapped me in her arms, chin resting on the top of my head as she hummed softly, lulling me into a restless sleep.
I don’t know how long I slept for, but when I awoke, light was seeping into the room. I could make out each detail clearly now. The walls were made of uneven grey bricks and the floor was concrete; although it could not be seen as a result of the dirt which covered it. There was a single slit for a window, too high to climb out. There were no proper beds in our dungeon, merely slabs of metal chained to the wall. There was no food, or water. We had to find our way out fast. If I remembered right from survival class, we only had three days before we would begin to perish from dehydration.
I could see each of my peers’ faces now. Jeff’s, so still and peaceful looking; as if he didn’t know what had happened and hadn’t woken up at all. Rebecca’s, etched with worry as it was every night – worry for her friends. Even in her sleep, she could tell when something was wrong. Then there was Isla. I couldn’t quite decipher what she was feeling. Her face was blank. I wondered if there was something going on, but she was just hiding it. Skyler was the easiest to read for others, but, to me, her face was the hardest to read. I couldn’t make out her emotions well, as I was distracted by her beauty. Her hair was a mix between blonde and brunette, and it fell in curls around her shoulders. Her eyes were closed in an almost peaceful expression, and the way the light hit her made her seem like she was glowing. Alanna was already awake - or hadn't slept at all; I couldn't tell. She wore a sombre expression as her eyes scanned the room, searching for some kind of exit.
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