The Third Door [NaNoWriMo 2014]

"I died.
Now I live.
But I live within the boundaries of my head.
What happens on the outside is beyond my control."
Constructive criticism is very welcome on this. I will be updating in small sections, but I will probably republish this with proper chapter splits when I finish it. © 2014 Parsavagely


6. Chapter 1 Part 5 (End of Chapter 1)

A heavy hand on her shoulder guides her through the door, her movements sluggish. Her feet hardly lifting from the ground, head down, unsupported. The hand pushes down, not aggressive, but strong, forcing her slowly to the floor. She does not resist as he lays her head on the ground, letting his fingers run through her hair as he kneels beside her. Bending over, he whispers in her ear.

“Sleep well, my darling.” His voice smooth, delicate, but tinged with malice. Her unseeing eyes close. A cautious smile crosses his lips, as he carefully plucks a single hair from her head. Holding it up, as if to a light that isn’t there, the smile grows. It snaps with very little pressure.

His gaze returns to the sleeping girl, arms across her stomach. His heavy hand reaches for hers, but stops itself before contact is made. He clenches the hand to a fist, visibly angry with himself. Standing up quickly, he walks away, back through the door. But turning back, he speaks again, far too quietly for her to hear.

“It’s time for a change.” His heavy hand closes the first door and locks it, with precision and speed. Then, stepping carefully over her resting body, he takes out a second key. He walks over, but not to the central door, with the sliver of light at its base. He walks to the second door, hidden in shadows, ignored. With a subtle click, the door opens slightly. The heavy hand closes it behind him.


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