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My feet skidded across the floor as I turned the next corner, hoping for a glimpse of him but instead seeing that pink lamp at the end of the hallway. A heart shaped jewel was embedded in its base, scuffs and marks marring the stand altogether. It stood atop a set of lockers, it's light flickering in odd patterns.
As I neared the it, the lamp shade leaned towards me as though presenting a parting gift or passing on a lethal secret. It slipped from where it was perched, losing it's balance and knocking me on my head. I was thrown backwards into an open locker and down the shaft. This wasn't a locker but an escape.
An escape to where, I wondered. The shaft seemed to go down for miles, though I knew that must be an exaggeration. Should I finally hit the ground, there was no way I'd keep my life. The panic that should have overtaken me had yet to settle in. A hope blossomed. It may have been my utter delusion or something akin to a gut feeling, but I believed that I wasn't about to escape this dreary prison without my life.
So down I fell for nearly a half an hour before I was halted in midair. My mind couldn't comprehend how such a thing was possible. It felt as though time itself had stopped entirely.
Then, as smooth as a petal's descent, I finally reached the ground, my feet firm on cold tiles as I gained balance. With as much strength as I could muster, I bolted, a newfound determination to leave.
That's when I heard echoed footsteps, a new game of tag had begun and I wasn't the one doing the tagging. It was only our footsteps and my breathing, for he didn't breath much at all. I felt envious of his lack of breath, mine overwhelming the silence.
If he reached me, it may truly be the end.
I halted as I neared a strange looking dining room in which a crow was being held against a tray by a faceless man. It flapped it's wings frantically, as though it really thought that if it tried just a bit harder, it could be free. The faceless man overpowered it, just as my pursuer soon overpowered me.
I crumpled to the floor and found myself rolling into a puddle. Falling through it, the air was soon replaced by the burning sensation of water flooding my lungs.
In a quick leap, I was out and coughing up the water that had made it's way inside me. I gasped for air as I sprinted across the wooden bridge painted a delicious shade of purple. Each plank was weakened by my heavy steps. Every footprint left a different color, the bridge soon littered in an assortment of colored footprints.
Once I crossed, I found myself in the arms of a tree. Was it a tree?
As I neared the it, the lamp shade leaned towards me as though presenting a parting gift or passing on a lethal secret. It slipped from where it was perched, losing it's balance and knocking me on my head. I was thrown backwards into an open locker and down the shaft. This wasn't a locker but an escape.
An escape to where, I wondered. The shaft seemed to go down for miles, though I knew that must be an exaggeration. Should I finally hit the ground, there was no way I'd keep my life. The panic that should have overtaken me had yet to settle in. A hope blossomed. It may have been my utter delusion or something akin to a gut feeling, but I believed that I wasn't about to escape this dreary prison without my life.
So down I fell for nearly a half an hour before I was halted in midair. My mind couldn't comprehend how such a thing was possible. It felt as though time itself had stopped entirely.
Then, as smooth as a petal's descent, I finally reached the ground, my feet firm on cold tiles as I gained balance. With as much strength as I could muster, I bolted, a newfound determination to leave.
That's when I heard echoed footsteps, a new game of tag had begun and I wasn't the one doing the tagging. It was only our footsteps and my breathing, for he didn't breath much at all. I felt envious of his lack of breath, mine overwhelming the silence.
If he reached me, it may truly be the end.
I halted as I neared a strange looking dining room in which a crow was being held against a tray by a faceless man. It flapped it's wings frantically, as though it really thought that if it tried just a bit harder, it could be free. The faceless man overpowered it, just as my pursuer soon overpowered me.
I crumpled to the floor and found myself rolling into a puddle. Falling through it, the air was soon replaced by the burning sensation of water flooding my lungs.
In a quick leap, I was out and coughing up the water that had made it's way inside me. I gasped for air as I sprinted across the wooden bridge painted a delicious shade of purple. Each plank was weakened by my heavy steps. Every footprint left a different color, the bridge soon littered in an assortment of colored footprints.
Once I crossed, I found myself in the arms of a tree. Was it a tree?
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