The Bank Under the Bridge

The legend of an immortal child, Jane, stuck in her form, never growing like the other kids or even the simple things that drive her mad like not getting bruises or scratches. Never being normal - forever. But there is a place where she can be herself, without anyone judging her, making fun of her, or telling her what to do-The Bank Under the Bridge. But what happens when her privacy in her special place is taken away from her? Find out in: The Bank Under the Bridge.

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6. Room No. 303

I took a quick glance at the room key clasped in his hand, "Room 303." I said, thinking out loud, into the elevator only occupied by myself and Will. The elevator gradually made it's way to the correct floor, it gave me that horrible feeling in my stomach that you get when you quickly travel upwards. It kind of tickled, but not in a good way. "Ding!" Even the elevator rang as chirpy as the rest of the dreaded place. Will barged through the diminutive gap before the doors even parted slightly, he was not in the best of moods. All these mood swings of his were making it extremely difficult for me to catch up. I have only seen him in a humorous mood briefly, then he was back to acting like a stroppy child. I managed to sprint through the doors as they eventually began to close, thinking too much has proved to become an issue for me now. The surrounding corridor was, well, different. Not pink, nor grey. Perfectly purple, not too Barbie, not too... me. I advanced into the strangely luxurious labyrinth. 300, 301, 302, 304. Wait. 303. I saw nothing, I checked back and forth many times, but nothing. Then it hit me. Will. I searched frantically, looking for the answer to this frightening puzzle, was I going mad? Possibly, anything could happen, especially someone like me would know that.

303. I was standing directly between 302 and 304 when I looked down and noticed a small hatch with the gold plated number carefully placed on the red velvet carpet, a silver handle below. "Open me, where else could Will be?" it whispered into my ear, I could feel the voice, slowly breathing on the back of my sweating neck. "Open. Me..." I immediately formed a crouch, unaware of the power my conscience had over my body. My shaking, clammy hand reached towards the rusty handle, hopefully leading me back towards Will. It was a small hatch, how could he fit in there? Besides, there was now key hole, so what was the point of that? There must be another way, a correct answer, the correct room 303. My hand clasped the slightly cool metal, and lifted the tiny door. It reminded me greatly of Alice in Wonderland, except I didn't feel too big, I felt small, helpless, and gullible. Pitch black, I could see nothing, I glared down into the nothingness, where shadows lurked and death lingers. I shut my eyes tightly as my hand searched for an answer in the hatch, when someone else's did the same. Their hand grabbed mine, intertwined and unable to release, as they tugged with great force. My fragile spine, squeezed through the gap in an utmost uncomfortable position, I heard cracks and breaks, it was either my spine or many other bones. Thump. The end of my journey. Red walls engulfed me, and Will. He looked at my perplexed face and smiled. "Cool huh?" He chuckled. Cool? What was he thinking? My spine and bones felt intact, what was this? And what happened if I needed to go to the bathroom? How do we get out? So many unanswered questions, so little time until the morn. 

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