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Run, run, run for your life.
I repeat these words over and over and over in my head as I move like the wind through the Lady’s quarters.
My feet pound the ground like thunder, my heart thumps wildly in my chest and my breaths come in and out of my lungs much heavier than it usually would.
It hurts, everything hurts but despite that, I continued moving like lightning for the Lady was after me.
I discovered her secret while trying to escape her residence and her Shadow Children, probably her creations or the souls of other children who died trying to escape the Maw.
She’s not as pretty as we thought or maybe she was always this way or maybe she was as pretty as we thought and that mirror reflected her true nature.
Regardless, I continued running as fast as I could and I will not stop till I escape this place of horror.
Running is what I’m known for, the other children and monsters don’t call me the ‘Runaway Kid’ for no reason. I am a runner, I am an escape artist, I am a survivor, I am Seven!
I let out a panicked cry as I tripped or rather something tripped me, a shadow maybe? A blockade? Whatever it was, it tripped me and I stumbled to the floor.
My flashlight rolled off to somewhere else in the chamber then died, leaving me alone in the darkness.
The floor left my feet as I was lifted up by some unknown force, her shadows? I turned my head to face the white mask of the woman who had caught me: the Lady.
She found me, she found me! She caught me before I could escape and now I’m dead! Much like the other children before I came.