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


39. Chapter 8 Part 1

The girl wakes up, memory hazy, a little dazed from the lack of air. She clambers from her awkward position on the floor, finding her legs stiff and neck tight. She can’t help but notice the second door, left ajar. She considers carefully each step towards the life she used to love, but that seems to be falling apart. Her hand checks the cut made during her last encounter, it is still there, although less prominent now. Another step. Her vision had been blurry up until now, but it suddenly sharpens, allowing her to see the heavy hand, leaning on the doorframe.

She takes a step back, away from his unusually smug smile. He nods towards the opening with a slight raise of his eyebrows. His informal gesture confuses her, she falters, considering why he would act like this. But of course, there is no logic behind it, there never has been, only cold calculation. He knows she will eventually enter; he is never keen to force her into anything, always allowing her to make the final step. The final step from one hell to another must be her choice, that way there is no one to blame but herself. With a sigh, she strides straight past him and through the door, ignoring the breath on her neck as he follows.

A heavy hand closes the door behind them.

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