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


43. Chapter 9 Part 1

The girl’s screams continue as she is pulled into his arms. The voice keeps shouting in her ear, its source now revealed. His heavy hand holds her ear close to his lips, which move in a blur, faster with each repetition of the phrase. She starts to shake, begging him to stop, choking on her tears. His arm is restraining hers, she cannot fight against him.

“You should die! You should burn! You should die! You should burn!” his maddening chant goes. She tries to ignore what he says, but has learnt to trust him too much.  

A slip of paper falls from her hand; her eyes follow it, as do his. She cannot reach it, but it makes him stop for a second, creating a sickening silence. Only her soft whimpers remain as he snatches the note and reads it. He seems to consider for far too long, reading and rereading the scrawl held within. He makes his decision, clawing apart her tense fingers and returning the paper to its rightful position.

His heavy hand pushes roughly against the front of her neck, making her fall backwards through the door.

This time the heavy hand closes the door behind her.

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