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


47. Chapter 9 Part 5 (End of Chapter 9)

A heavy hand continues the beating, hitting the girl’s face with even greater force. She makes no attempt at resistance, accepting each blow as it smashes against her delicate face. One hit makes contact with her nose, breaking it and making it bleed. She does not react. She lets the blood run down and onto her lips, allowing the taste to fill her mouth, before letting it run down her chin and along her neck. His heavy hand keeps returning, stronger with each bruising blow.

Eventually, she gives up on consciousness, the bottom half of her face the same shade of crimson as the wall behind her. She falls to the floor, landing on her side, her lifeless eyes staring at his feet. He knows what he should do, but he can’t. Instead he kicks the wall, then pounds it with both fists, releasing a heartfelt scream. The scream could have ended even the deepest sleep, brought down the strongest walls. But the walls here do not fall, they never will. He is as trapped as she is, but he is only just realising it.

He looks back at her, unmoving, just breathing. He did this, his heavy hand, his stupid plan.

Well, there’s not much he can do, aside from…

The heavy hand throws her limp body through the second door.

The door swings shut behind her.

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