10. Any place but home
I whimpered, nothing could have prepared me for what I had witnessed. The figures split, two of them mumbling as they disappeared into the room which should have been Kirsty’s. The third peering down into the stairwell, I, feeling slightly stronger heaved myself up onto my elbows and supported myself against the doorframe. I squinted into the light as the door of Kirsty’s room creaked open; it wasn’t how it should have been. The walls were cream and mould free instead of her dampened fuchsia ones. The door swung back to its original closed position behind the two men. I didn’t know where I was but it wasn’t where I should have been. Confused, I tilted my head forwards and surveyed the damage. I expected to see dried blood, but nothing remained, even the staining on the souls of my feet had vanished… I was however, covered head to toe in large, mottled blue and purple splodges.. Like bruises but already developed well into the bluey green stage. I lifted my wrist leaving only one, drained arm holding me up which subsequently slipped, smashing painfully into the wall and twisted tightly between it and the force of my body, but I ignored the daggers shooting up my veins and re raised my other wrist, covered in the blotches and scratched deeply over the top of the message left by the clock people were the words; “I told you so.” I hadn’t noticed anyone close enough to do that, well apart from the girl but I had either been watching or listening to her, and she hadn’t moved, or there was the man who picked up the goblet but he couldn’t even see me. I slowly rested my head back onto the floor but kept my eyes open, I was in too much pain to do anything else but I didn’t want anything creeping up on me again, if there was something out there that wanted me dead, I would have liked to see it first. So I lay there, breathing heavily, alone. That bit didn’t bother me; I was use to that. It was as I lay there on my back, aching all over that I realised I didn’t know where I was, or what I could do to sort it out. So I winced as I sat forward, before I had a chance to even wonder what I was going to do, I was hit by a huge gush of wind, so strong I felt my eyes watering and streaming down my cheeks, I felt the freezing chill bite at my nose and chin. I clamped my eyes shut but it didn’t stifle the flow. It was nipping at my wrist, I was in agony, and I could feel the wind ripping at my scars, causing me to tense up in both arms, sending the stabbing further up towards my shoulder. It wasn’t showing any signs of stopping, the breeze, not that you could have called it a ‘breeze’ as such. Eventually after what seemed like hours, my hair fell softly by my shoulders and I found myself stood nose to nose with Kirsty, and all the electric lights on. I was frozen to the spot, stood exactly where I had been before the blood had appeared. I felt the low rumble of an almost growl coming from her chest. My eyes rolled back and I collapsed.