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???’s POV
The house, as old and rugged as it was, held many secrets. Underneath the wooden floorboards were labyrinths of abnormalities. A child with a blank face, a man with a stitched smile and much more. Halls were filled with nothing but the occasional drop of water, only a scream of horror could unlock the silent basement.
Before this day, I had never gotten outside the house, nevertheless my room –cell, actually. I wasn’t aware that it was one at this time–, the doctor had always led me to believe that I was made to be one of his experiments forever, nothing more. But I was bored, I needed to leave, to be more.
With each step I took, the feel of the wooden stairs felt so much more nicer, freeing. By the time I had reached the top of the stairs, I could hear the clinking of vials more clearly, a crackling radio and a faint voice past a door.
“Dear future listener, as I sign off my final recording, all I ask is that you don’t attempt what crimes I’ve committed and are about to commit”. After that, a terrifying, Inhumane sound echoed off the walls while shackles fell to the ground with a clunk.
I yelped, my foot dancing with itself as I crashed into the room.
The first thing I saw was the doctor, the man who had trapped me in my room and stuck syringes filled with experimental concoctions since the moment I could walk. All with a smile on his face. Cornered by… a monster?
It had a shaved nose, with nostrils joined as one. Its jaw unhinged to reveal a mouthful of white rose thorns all over and a tongue split in two as if it were a snake.
The girl looked back at The Doctor, only to find that he was staring back,
“42! what are you doing out of your room!” He shrieked, his mouth agape, eyes wide in terror as if it were the ideal definition of the word.
What do I do? What is that? Was all I was thinking. My mind running faster than the *American-Quarter Horse. I was just supposed to leave without a single footprint left behind. Not to be seen, especially by him.
All that time I had stood stuck in my thoughts; the monster had inched closer to The Doctor and soon enough, he was an attendee of a necktie party. Petals the colour of a rose had painted themselves onto his coat, trailing like a new river on dry dirt.
I ran, out the nearest door, the next door and another door, until I had been blinded by the gleaming street light. The dirt and leaves beneath my feet stabbed my soles as I skid across the grey- grey? forest floor.
There was no time to think about that, she needed to leave,.
All else I could think to do was run, Run, RUN! when I could hear the thing – monster? Person? Whatever it was, – chasing me. The leaves crunched beneath my feet, poking my heels, sparking blood onto my toes.
My vision started to become fuzzy, trees swaying in sync with the breeze. The breeze, fresh air. I had never known this is what fresh air felt like, it was still cold like the cell, but it had been more welcoming than any other needle and hand that pinched me.
The girl was starting to lose breathe, this was the longest she had ever run, it was the first time she had ever ran, but that thing was still trailing behind her, forcing her to just keep moving. Her consciousness was starting to fade, the exhaustion she kept in was catching up. She stepped once more in the grass... Then fell. Death had taken pity on her, allowing her to be settled into sleep before the monster could reach her, relieving her of the pain.