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The Hallway

A sound broke into The Hallway, a body collapsing on the floor, a few words from a man with a deep voice and the door closing harshly. The girl looked as the light from the other room faded away along with the image of the dark figure. Her immediate reaction was to stand up and try force the door open, but it was useless; it was locked and there was no way she was getting around it. Yet, her false hope made her believe there had to be a way out, maybe banging the door, kicking it and punching it, pulling and pushing, any action to try to do so. At last she gave up on the door, mostly from the pain it was starting to cause to her body.

'There must be another way out.' She thought; and so the walk through the hallway started…

And, without a doubt, it was very strange; with only the repeated patterns on the walls, some paintings and not much else to entertain her.

It didn’t take much for her to realize the uncomfortable silence around her. It was annoying- no- it was worrying. There was nothing there, not a soul, anything to make a noise. That was one of the many problems she would have in there; silence. The only noise being her breathing and eventually her heart beat, nothing she would like. A quick solution while she kept walking through the oddly long hallway was to hum, to sing, to tap her feet and bang the walls.

'Time’ passed only if you could see it was there, with no sunlight or clock to guide her she could have been there from minutes or even hours and not realized. It truly felt like she had been there for far too long; her mouth slowly drying out from singing. In that moment was when a second worry crawling into her head; water and food. She haven’t found a single door in that place and nothing that could be deemed substantial to survive.... Dark... Dark wouldn’t leave her there to die, right? No, no, he wouldn’t- He couldn´t! He... he would... he absolutely could if he wanted to. She got on his nerves and not even J was there to help! He said 'I will come when I am pleased.’ That couldn't be good, not one bit. If before she was worried, now she was slowly drifting to panic; running through the hallways, shouting for anyone to hear, for anyone to help, she didn’t want to die there, no, she had Snowflake to feed, a house to maintain and J to find! She kept running and running, looking around, desperate to find any sign of hope.

By luck she found an intersection, finally something to take her out of that drowning sense of infinity, yet as she turned another hallway identical to the other greeted her. With the same ugly paintings laughing at her, same disgusting colors on the wall. No door nor window or change was found, only drifting through the infinite hallway like her mind was slowly drifting towards insanity. She was starting to think she would be stuck there until her last breath...

Step, step, step, her heavy breathes were all that could be heard; echoing around her. Step, step... step... step, her legs now tired, her throat dry, her sense of time and sanity didn’t seem like before, she could swear she heard the paintings laugh at her, her mind going grey and mushy. She couldn’t stay one weekend alone in her house with distractions. Imagine whatever the time was there, alone, with nothing but an impulse to escape, a heavy heart with fear and sadness... she just couldn’t. As time passed her steps became slower, her stomach grumbling for any substance to eat.

Why did she do it... why did she speak up? Out if all the moments when Dark was more irritable and upset, her bad thought creeped in. J is dead, Dark is angry and this was all her fault, the fault of her big mouth. She should be quiet, she should be the nice fluffy Bun everyone likes. But who would like someone that couldn’t help her friends and anger the one man she shouldn’t? Who would like a girl that can’t defend herself, that gets pulled around so easily. How could she think of saving J when she couldn’t save herself? All those thoughts were growing louder and louder, it hurt to think; it hurt to breath. She couldn’t even scream to make them quiet, her throat was too dry to do so. Her legs were too weak, as her body started weakening from lack of food. Her eyes just wanted to shut and rest... just take a nap... and hope it was all a nightmare.

@thedarkinyourshadow

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