I do not know how long i was unconscious for and it seemed to me that the other students had disappeared. I stood alone and made sense of the unfamiliar setting. It was an elementary school i thought to myself. The stench of decaying furniture and the grime filled air told me that this place had been long abandoned. The windows were jammed shut and only a few of the doors opened. There was also a faint scent... of rust. I was enclosed, unable to escape - my efforts would be useless.
I cautiously walked around. In a small classroom, the scent of metal became more noticeable. I realised that many had died here. In this small classroom one 'person' had died recently. The body was slumped against the wall and blood cascaded like a waterfall of sanguine. The bloated body was missing several limbs - scissors were gauged into the body and eyes were falling out of their sockets. The skin had shrivelled and dried up and was covered in red blotches. I could not hold back the urge to vomit.
You must be wondering something at the end of this: why is everything in past tense even though i resent it. It is because i am trapped here. I-I cannot escape alone, I have accepted that albeit the fact that I do not want to. I am alone. I wish for any sort of company. I yearn to see another fictional smile again. There is no future i can look to. I am stuck in my memories...please help.
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