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

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63. Chapter 13 Part 2

The doors slide open. I stand, letting the conductor’s jacket fall to the floor, and start running again.  I don’t know where I am at all now, but I need to get away from the station. If anyone does raise the alarm, the areas surrounding the stations would be searched first.

So I run, in unknown directions, choosing turning points at random, making my movements unpredictable. The city at night is beautiful in a way, the streetlights glistening on drenched pavements, the rain falling in the steady beams made visible, bringing movement to the stillness.

Turning into a dark passageway, I trip and hit my elbow on the damp bricks to my right as I fall onto the broken concrete. I feel my jaw smash against the ground, sending jolts of pain through my skull. I get to my feet to check that nothing is broken, but I hear footsteps behind me. I duck quickly behind some discarded boxes, pulling my knees in to my chest and refusing to let myself breathe.

Listening carefully, I can hear there are two, maybe three, sets of feet walking my way. I wish them away, not audibly, but in my head I tell myself it’s just a dream.

It’s just a dream.

Maybe the pain as the fist hits me is just a dream as well. Maybe the struggle as the back of my head hits the wall is just a dream as well. Maybe the glint of a blade is just a dream as well. Maybe the sound of blood dripping from my chest is just a dream as well. Maybe my body being thrown to the ground is just a dream as well. Maybe my head hitting the concrete for the second time is just a dream as well. Maybe the laughter as he walks away is just a dream as well.

But I know it wasn’t, because now I can feel my vision and my mind closing.

Closing.

Closing.

Closed.

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