My Hidden Heart

16-year-old Gianna, is in need of some help. She needs to escape. With an abusive father and step-mother, a sister that's near death, and a loving mother dying in the hospital, her life is falling apart. Until she meets Niall. He's different from other people, and madly in love with her. But he won't tell her who he is. He says it will change her life. But Gianna is in need of some change. How far will she go to find out the truth? my first fan fic/mystery story... I hope you like it! comment comment favorite favorite and like it up! :*


11. Stuck Again

I heavily sigh, knowing that I might not find my beloved mother in the same position I left her in. My mind paints pictures of her being lowered into her 6-foot grave. Another image pops in the back of my mind of her being wheeled into the morgue. I stand up as straight as possible but it doesn't help my mood at all. I look at my hideous feet. One is completely white from the first torture I recieved from Mara that day I first met her. Memories flood my mind as I try to recall why I'm thinking about this. My chin quivers and my eyes fill with salty memories. The horrifying images blink in and out with every tear that drops. I rub my crusty eyes, feeling a sudden urge to hug Niall. But that's not why I'm here right? Niall is gone for now so I need to move on! He will come back, I tell myself, even though I don't 100% believe it. My glum mood lifts joyfully and seems to brightens the sun, once covered by gray clouds and an overcast. I rub the corners of my puffy eyes, hoping to rub away the horrible replay of memories I am experiencing right now. I look up and keep my chin high. I stare at the egg-shell-colored door. Underneath the bottom I see shadows of people hurrying by. The occasional squeak of a hospital bed and a moaning patient always startles me. I giggle from my skiddishness. I dreadfully pick up my right foot and head for the door. I turn the knob and pull towards me. It opens quickly and I swing around the side to find myself admist the hustle of a busy hospital. Nurses with pens and clipboards scurry by. Carts with medication and saline rush past my staring eyes. Then, I realize I forgot the map I need to use to navigate through the labrinth of hospital corridors surrounding me like a maze. I leap back into the room behind me, and grab the binder of maps. Once I reach the open door again, I immedietely head out, feeling confident with the map in my hands. I look down at the color-coded paper hanging by my belly button. I see the purple section and head towards, Jefferson Elevators. According to the easy-to-read map, the elevators are straight down past the Caiman Cafe, a Brazilian-themed cafe inspired by the Black Caiman of the South-American rain forest. How did I remember that? I shake my head trying to blast that distracting thought out of my head. I know I need to focus. I pass the beautifully decorated cafe and see a sign that says, "Jefferson Elevators" I look straight ahead and see people coming out of the wall. Elevators! I hurry to the first elevator where people are getting on and off in a blur. I push though the crowd making my way to the packed elevator. I try to catch up so I can fit into the tiny metal transporting machine thingy. I love to make up new and funny words. I get back to business. I hop onto the elevator and glance at the open binder in front of me. Floor B, the purple section, which I am guessing is below ground. I lift my hand up maneuvering through the jammed elevator. I press B and it lights up along with all the other buttons that have been pressed earlier. I am starting to feel claustrophobic. It starts to get steamy in here, and the room seems to get darker and darker. Suddenly, I feel a jerk that sends my knees into a lock. I slowly stand up, realizing that the elevator has stopped. I look from side to side, hopelessly searching for an exit. When my mind catches the situation, I panic. It is exactly like being in the closet the first day I was locked in there. Confusion, hopelessness, shallow breathing, utter panic, and most of all, shock were the things flowing though my head. My frozen eyes settled on a button smothered by fingers. I quickly read in panic, emer... covered by another round of swaying bodies...gencyca... another round...ll. I can't comprehense emergencycall. But as soon as I think about it, it's too late. My body is already moving towards the red button at top speed. After a tough struggle, I elbow myself throguh the crowd and reach the button panel. My finger hits the beacon, hard. I feel my scalp itch as I feel a powerful energy released by my panicked mind. I hear a loud pop from on top of the elevator. A red light appears from the ceiling and the once-serene music that whistled through the speakers, was now a peircing alert. I cover my ears and shut my eyes tight hoping that when I opened them, the elevator door would be open and I would be free to waltz out and find my mom. No. It doesn't work that way. 1, 2, 3! And I open my eyes wide and take my arms away from my sensitive ears. Nothing. It was dark now and people were quiet. They had calmed down realizing that someone had pressed the emergency button. I smile as they don't thank me for saving their panicked butts. People are just so mean. The only people I know who aren't are secret-keeping Niall, and annoying Sasha. They both have flaws, but aren't completely unthankful. I love those two, but that thought just brings me back to the realization that I am in an elevator fuull of people, trapped once again. My head spins and I see flashing lights ahead of me. I bring my hand up to my head before...DARKNESS.

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